| Lyrics: | featuring Ghostface Killer Blue Raspberry
* originally featured on the _Fresh_
soundtrack
Intro: Raekwon Ghostface
Yo what what yo
Exotic
type shit
Ninety 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 nigga don'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
bitch lab
So word up kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shit
Couldn'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 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 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 nigga
DO 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 niggaz 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?)
Niggaz 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, shit is real, youknowhatI'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 Son, word
up
Niggaz 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 ass is out Son, word up
Word up, get
evaporated, straight up
Word up
Lose all your strength nigga
Crazy
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 nigga, word 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 niggaz
Big Kawai, Jess, Hell in the computer
system
The RZA, who slams fat discs for the ninety-four
Word up, RZA, he's my nigga
baby
Yeah, eatin dinner with the big boys now
YaknowhatI'msayin?
Word up,
Big Booth represent the Q
Knowhowedo, lamp, get that power-u, type, things on float
GZA, word up, Master Killer
The don of the Clan, Method Man, Inspector Deck
Dirty
Bastard
U-God, word up baby
Keep it real Son
Keep packin them guns
Word up |
