Artist: Raekwon f/ Blue Raspberry, Ghostface Killah
Album:  Only Built 4 Cuban Linx...
Song:   Heaven & Hell

[Intro: Raekwon (Ghostface Killah)]
That's that Gravedigga siht
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)

[Raekwon (Ghostface Killah)]
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)

Ninety-four, takin niggaz to war, yo, yo

[Interlude: Raekwon (Ghostface Killah) {Blue Raspberry}]
What do you believe in?  Heaven or hell?
You don't beleive in heaven cause we're livin in hell
You don't beleive in heaven cause we're livin in hell
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

[Outro: Raekwon (Ghostface Killah) {Blue Raspberry}]
{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, Masta Killa)
The don of the Clan, Method Man, Inspectah Deck
Dirty Bastard
(U-God, word up baby Keep it real Son Keep packin them guns)
Word up