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Heaven Hell - текст песни



Heaven Hell


* originally featured on the _fresh_ soundtrack





Intro: raekwonghostface





Yo what whatyo


Exotic type shit


Ninety-fourwe must go to war fast


With the pen and the pad


God damnshine like gold rims on pathfinders


Wu-tang reclineslampsfor the nine-squares kid


Money clothes designer hoes and shows y’all





Lyrics: raekwonghostface





Yoyowakin up about ten kid


Jumpin in the showerpeace about to make


Moves and slide like greese


What? I’m all about tecs and checks and nuff respect you front


I’m slammin you like the lex


So now I’m out in the ninety-five


Rockin that real nigga don’t die


Guess down


Drawers kani!


But yo I’m makin a pit stop


Go and buy a box of glockstil he rolled up and yo


Whattup hobbes?


Yoremember that kid that we vicked


He made a half of mil for real


He brought about fo’ bricks


Yoso now we connect doorsmeet me at the airport


Tell golden arms maintain the fort


Get in touch with that west coast cali crab you stabbed


And meet me at the bitch lab


So word up kidwe slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shit


Couldn’t even restI need the vic


And when I sleptI dream g’sson I need some


Keys roll selfcall up son


I heard pook and tyriq caught a beef over some real shit


A fake nigga faked and they killed his click


Gimme a minute and I’m with it


Yo niggaz done did it


Rock your vest


Keep your whip tinted


So now we see him up in bojangles


Stranglin a forty ouncewith ten g’s worth of gold bangles


Diamondswhatall up in his face


With his man’s macemedallions the size of dinner plates


Yohe knew we knew him so we blew him


Took thirty g’s worth of jewels of that nigga


Do him!


So now I’m lampin in my man’s land


Streets is hot like sand


Jesus rollin in my right hand


Yupyou know the steezo black


Got to go down like that


Shallah


Cigars


And ball hats





Outro:





Ninety-fourtakin niggaz to waryoyo





What do you believe in? heaven or hell?


You don’t beleive in heaven cause we’re livin in hell


(repeat 2x)


So it’s your life


*we’re livin in hellwe’re livin in hellllllll*


What a chamberfuckin with mad strangers


Yeahyou know how it runs babystraight up yo


Money clothesdesigner hoes and shows y’all


That’s how it goes


Whatever





What do you believe in? heaven or hell?


You don’t believe in heaven cause we’re livin in hell


31st chamber y’all


So it’s your life





(what do you believe in? heaven or hell? )


Niggaz ain’t even know sononly half is sewed cash


(you don’t believe in heaven cause we’re livin in hell)


They haven’t yet sold their weight


(what do you believe in? heaven or hell? )


Questionshit is realyouknowhati’msayin


(you don’t believe...)


Niggaz think it’s all about a real live allah


A little hundred dollars and that make you a man


Knowhati’msayin?


You ain’t even promised tomorrow sonword up


Niggaz don’t understand how life can be so short


Come so fast


With the blinkin of eyeblinkin of eye you’re gone baby


Straight upknowhati’msayinget turned to dust


Return to the casket


That ass is out sonword up


Word upget evaporatedstraight up


Word up


Lose all your strength nigga


Crazy dedication shout out to the memory of two cent jason


Heartbrokenwe soakin wet though


Keepin it real for my peopls


Yeahyo


And my physical brother devonyou’re still in here baby


Because you’re in my arms niggaword up


I never let you go baby


Youknowhati’msayin? you my life charmword up


For real


Keep shinin


Real for keepin it realshout out to major niggaz


Big kawaijesshell in the computer system


The rzawho slams fat discs for the ninety-four


Word uprzahe’s my nigga baby


Yeaheatin dinner with the big boys now


Yaknowhati’msayin?


Word upbig booth represent the q


Knowhowedolampget that power-utypethings on float


Gzaword upmaster killer


The don of the clanmethod maninspector deck


Dirty bastard


U-godword up baby


Keep it real son


Keep packin them guns


Word up



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