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Correct Heaven Hell Lyrics
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Correct Heaven Hell
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Originally* featured on the _Fresh_ soundtrack Intro Raekwon: Ghostface, Yo what what yo, Exotic type s titNinety-four we, must go to war fast With the pen and the pad God damn shine, like gold rims on Pathfinders Wu-Tang reclines lamps, for, the nine-squares kid Money clothes designer hoes and shows y'all Lyrics Raekwon: Ghostface, Yo yo, wakin, up about ten kid Jumpin in the shower peace, 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 n anusdon't die Guess down Drawers Kani But! yo I'm makin a pit stop Go and buy a box of glocks til, he rolled up and yo Whattup Hobbes Yo? remember, that kid that we vicked He made a half of mil for real He brought about fo' bricks Yo so, now we connect doors meet, 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 b h***lab So word up kid we, slid like a fat four to twelve bid and s titCouldn't even rest I, need the vic And when I slept I, dream G's Son, I need some Keys roll self call, up Son I heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real s titA fake n anusfaked and they killed his click Gimme a minute and I'm with it Yo ni z***done did it Rock your vest Keep your whip tinted So now we see him up in Bojangles Stranglin a forty ounce with, ten G's worth of gold bangles Diamonds what, all, up in his face With his man's mace medallions, the size of dinner plates Yo he, knew we knew him so we blew him Took thirty G's worth of jewels of that n anusDo him So! now I'm lampin in my man's Land Streets is hot like sand Jesus rollin in my right hand Yup you, know the steezo black Got to go down like that Shallah Cigars And ball hats Outro Ninety-four: takin, ni z***to war yo, yo, 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 hell we're, livin in hellllllll What* a chamber fuckin, with mad strangers Yeah you, know how it runs baby straight, up yo Money clothes designer, 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 )?Ni z***ain't even know Son only, 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 )?Question s, titis real youknowhati'msayin, (You don't believe )...Ni z***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 Son word, up Ni z***don't understand how life can be so short Come so fast With the blinkin of eye blinkin, of eye you're gone baby Straight up knowhati'msayin, get, turned to dust Return to the casket That a is** out Son word, up Word up get, evaporated straight, up Word up Lose all your strength n anusCrazy dedication shout out to the memory of Two Cent Jason Heartbroken we, soakin wet though Keepin it real for my peopls Yeah yo, And my physical brother Devon you're, still in here baby Because you're in my arms n anusword, up I never let you go baby Youknowhati'msayin You? my life charm word, up For real Keep shinin Real for keepin it real shout, out to major ni z***Big Kawai Jess, Hell, in the computer system The rza who, slams fat discs for the ninety-four Word up rza, he's, my n anusbaby Yeah eatin, dinner with the big boys now Yaknowhati'msayin Word? up Big, Booth represent the Q Knowhowedo lamp, get, that power-you type, things, on float Gza word, up Master, Killer The don of the Clan Method, Man Inspector, Deck Dirty b d*****You-God word, up baby Keep it real Son Keep packin them guns Word up
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