Raekwon

[fox69]

"Good Kush"
(feat. Jagged Edge)

"Good Kush"
(feat. Jagged Edge)



[Chorus x2: Jagged Edge]
I said hold up, ma, I'll make you look good, get it understood
Don't get it twisted, when I ride through the hood
26 inches, blowing nothing but the good
Got the Alpine bumping

[Raekwon:]
Extra saucy, fly niggas is flossy, caught 'em in the Bentley wagging
Swinging remorsely, guns I'm waving 'em
Braze a nigga facial, still in the hood, got my hands and them lazers, now
Blow them niggas labels down, rhyme, I brag
Yellow Jag', elephant black leather
The Tuskigi look, I master the swagger rhyming
Playing corners, shopping enormous, rocking black watch faces
The band is racist, I'm mourning
I feel like Malcolm in his prime, nines on me
Kill them lines, we living in them airs with wears
You heard of us, the most powerful glastrinomical
I'm used to big shit, light hitting off the big tower, boo
You know I'm puffin' that good kush, hood 'dro, slide through
Antique whip, helping the hood blow, I'm all about papers
The face makers, who chase heavy, thick cake, head of the state
Fire escape capers...

 

[fox69]

"Gotta Have It"
(feat. Gravy & Brolic)

"Gotta Have It"
(feat. Gravy & Brolic)



[Chorus: Boy Big]
See we gotta have it
Me and my niggas here to lay you down
Ain't playing, so hit the floor
And don't make no fucking sound
We gotta have it
We move just like the mob, do
This game is real, caps get peeled
Fuck around, I'll have to murk you

[Raekwon:]
Yo, from cocktails, 3-80's with the M-1, we bury the jewelry store
Posting, yelling 'get yours', we on Pivot
Coke pilot mink, Kay Gatling Island, Trini and Chi
All day gangsta, murda niggas, sleep
We at the red light, mapped 'em, drove through, as all block
Caught they attention, I leaned
Time Magazine with my face on it, how we position the CREAM
Niggas is large, they all start scheming
Whatever, truck 'em in them leathers, we was stuck together
Fuck around and have to shoot off fingers, yo
You know it, approach the glass with the maskes on
No time for freeze, just pull out and blast on 'em
Sat back, Denzel status, Man on Fire
Had the burner with the flash on it
Skated with six hundred and cash, he did the dummy
We splashed 'em, then boat it in a CLS glass, we vicious

[Chorus]

[Brolic:]
Come one, I see my cash is getting low
And if I can't shake no dough, what the fuck am I living for
It's easy for my heater, just to let these niggas know
At the same time, I will take mines to persue to my cash flow
You know you gotta be sick with it
Call up my mans, cause we about to go get it
A hundred grand is you with it, a smash for the cause
Looting to the spot, putting everybody on pause
Let me see a broke jaw, nigga, I want it all
I'm talking to all of ya'll, don't get it, you gon' fall
Or fuck it, you gon' crawl, my nigga, we laying law
We cock back the strap, attack and shake it off

[Chorus]

[Gravy:]
Glocks'll get at you, and body your position
In this rap, fire my ratchet, I'm shutting this rap
Caddy steel, face the back, or blown the fuck off from rap
Reach across and blow this shit out your boss in the back
Survived in a porsche, I rap, at a buck 80 verse
Or verse, daddy, let's do it for change
I'm forty eight hundred grams, one chain, the trend, a new range
Or any project bench, with all my shit on
Flashy don, Gucci on uptowns
Fucking up classics, gay baskets, D.H. niggas
Won't snitch for shit, criminals that spit
Oh shit, I forgot all about you man, twenty and change
Ferocious tongues, coming at you, redirecting your whole shit
Blunt stole, dealing sick
Glocks'll blow chunks out your face, looking up in the sky
Seeing Ol' Dirty's face in the cloud

[Chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"Guillotine (Swordz)"

"Guillotine (Swordz)"


Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin
The special technique of shadowboxing

[Intro: Inspectah Deck]
Poisonous, poisonous (word word word)
I should slap all y'all niggaz for comin in my fuckin face with that shit
Alright cool yeah, go ahead man...
Poisonous

[Verse One: Inspectah Deck a.k.a. Rebel INS]
Poisonous paragraphs, smash ya phonograph
in half, it be the Inspectah Deck on the warpath
First class leavin mics with a cast
Causin ruckus like the aftermath when guns blast
Run fast, here comes the verbal assaulta
Rhymes runnin wild like a child in a walker
I scored from the inner slums abroad
And my thoughts are razor sharp I sliced the mic from the cord
First they criticize, but now they have become
mentally paralyzed with hits that I devise
Now I testify, the rest is I, Rebel INS
Ya highness, blessed to electrify
with voltage of an eel, truth that I reveal'll
crush the amateurs who screamed to keep it real
Caesar black down hoodied up and fatigues
Part time minor leagues receive third degrees
Attack like a wolf pack, once I pull back
the God-U, and bust through like a fullback

[Verse Two: Ghostface Killah a.k.a. Tony Starks]
Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum computer wizard
Tappin inside my rap vein causes blizzards
Do I like the kills for ice trife like botta digits
Gorillas injected with strength of eighty midgets
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends
Let my peeps in, niggaz gaspin swallowin aspirins
What a dosage, you overdosed in rap
High explosives my post-its hypnotize with hypnosis
I sell goods, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers
Record-breaking the album Thriller
Now access the jig who has bombs and rocket launchers
Float like dope killer bees is what I sponsor
Ya entrepeneur, pens and gear like shakespeare
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souveneirs
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers
My career is based on guns, throwin cats in wheelchairs
Etcetera, damage any lame ass competitor
Who try to front, get broken and passed like leathers
Whatever hot hardheads get shattered like mirrors
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter ya feathers
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic
Blew my family overseas in mansions
If rap was crack, fully packed I be tour cats
Tax the kingpin of the rap drug traffickin
Village niggaz get slapped in Manhattan
for rappin, big Ghost steps off laffin

(Were you just using the Wu-Tang school method against me?
I've learned so many styles, forgive me)

[Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef a.k.a. Lou Diamonds]
Sit back relax, fake niggaz don't get turns
Watch me massage ya brain with slang that's king
Projects filled with young men cause threats
Who is that? Thousand dollar chains and techs
Focus, the brokest niggaz of life shit
These mics is like cocaine Sun, check the suicidal hype shit
Exchange mad blunts taste the sweepstakes
Keepin up on fakes outta state for cakes
No doubt, plus nobody amount, we making dough off of
Puttin fifty on the Land and Allah, it's like that
Pull ya shoes up black, matta of fact just adapt
Tie up, ya black Nike's and tight hats
Corners, stay surrounded with foreigners
Whattup dread? Feds caught you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, peace to jail niggaz with charges
Unify layin in the guard with La
My Clan done ran from Japan to Atlanta, with stamina
Clingers and gamblers, and gram handlers
Tical like the Isle, so God, let's get steamed
Infrared guard yo' Beem, so seek nuff respect
Rude bwoy you bet, keep it movin par shallah
Pro black like tar
Designin the fly shit and stay shinin and
the RZA pours more beats than Cristal's fine wine
Concrete raps go to black
with 50 other niggaz on the other side of the map
Knew it's all good and all done what, we want some
Mike Tyson of this rap shit, pullin out Macs for fun

[Verse Four: The Genius/GZA a.k.a. Maximillion]
The nigga don't get mad, I got mad styles of my own
And it's shown when my hands grip the chrome microphone
Verbally I catch bodies with cordless shotties
Intriguin emcees, I keep em trained like potties
I bomb facts, my sword is an axe
to split backs invisible, like dope fiend tracks
Sky's the limit, niggaz are timid, and nobody knows
How we move like wolfs in sheep clothes
Producin data, microchips or software
Undaground and off air, the Land of the Lost
Notorious henchman from the North
Strikin niggaz where the Mason-Dixon line crossed

 

[fox69]

"Gunshowers"
(feat. Sun God, Inspectah Deck)

"Gunshowers"
(feat. Sun God, Inspectah Deck)



[Method Man:]
Another day, another dollar
I got mines, ain't got nothing to father
Fuck a role model, never had one to follow
Lot of cotton mouth rappers, I'm a hard one to swallow
Here's another hard one to goggle, fuck your life, that's the motto
I'm nice with mics, Cus D'Amato
Drug related, blunt guts all up in your condo
Hate a noisy woman, why you all up in my convo

[Chorus: Method Man]
Let me hold something, look at you killas, like you owe something
Stole something, give me my paper, 'fore I blow something
Right now, give me my fucking shit, chicka-blaow
I want it right now, give me my fucking shit, chicka-blaow
Shady niggas hiding the loot, you see my baby needs shoes
And the record label trynna recoupe
I want it right now, give me my fucking shit, chicka-blaow
And I mean right now, give me my fucking shit, chicka-blaow

[Ghostface Killah:]
Gun battles, so many chains on the neck
Hands and feet, niggas say I'm Shaq
Sky blue, terry cloth, low pullover
Hit ten like a 2010 new Hova
Movies on, never ran it, call me a don
Been shitting everywhere, cause niggas can't stand it
Terminate faggots who violate us a square
Goon therapy, S.I., we don't fight fair
Beef? We can get it on, right here
And that includes ya'll low niggas wearing tight gear

[Sun God:]
Sun God, and that's your target, aim right there
My money long and green like Buzz Lightyear
I'm all right here, the way I move the blow
Fuck a show, you would think it was an all white affair
Been fuego, more fire here, then you seen me
Getting money off the water like a pall bearer there
No Newports, Marlboro's here, go smoke that
The smoke in your face, bitch, I ain't never cared
Get shot down when the Ghost smell fear, let me hold something
Look in your face like you owe something

[Chorus]

[Inspectah Deck:]
I'm playing for the 'bucks' like Hakeem Warrick
Nickel bag in the park, my team on it
They want it like that and the street, is dry as a well
Hell, that's why I sell crack on the beat
I ain't trynna just happen to eat, I'm a make a nigga dance
Even if I got to clap in the street
This is something like lock up, murder behind bars
A warrior, my story defined by my scars
Seven thirty verbal, my word work circle
You a jerk, fool, I burn you like your birdds do

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Gutterman Music"
(feat. Jadakiss)

"Gutterman Music"
(feat. Jadakiss)



[Intro: Raekwon ad-libs]

[Raekwon]
Pimp talk with the gun on his dick
Multi classic, Jurassic gat, Bubble in the bricks
Nicknamed Cassis, Milano's blow through the Verrazano
Catch me on fly mode bastard
I come from the strong, Four-fifth long
With the bubble gum goose on, With boots on, One
We down to kill niggas, Jump in the wheels
Screw the tip off then blow my some Phil's
I'm a silverback, Blue llamas, Out in Holland
Holla if you want drama, We hit lovers and Mommas
So what's the nonsense, Yo, You play'n with piranhas
Get your face hit, Skin start smoking like ganja
Levi's on, Eyes on me, Black Dutch, Gold watch on
You swear I got the glocks on
Cuban Linxs music, With rocks on
Fuck yall niggas, Put your pops on it

[Interlude: Raekwon ad-libs]

[Jadakiss]
Yo, I ain't a rock star, But I get rock bread
Still in the DT, How many drop head
I don't want you to throw up, I want you to drop dead
Now can you picture me rolling like Pac said
Do it for the inmates, All of the hot heads
Young niggas that pump coke, All of the pot heads
Heavy bling, Empty out the click, Let the dez-e ring
Scales only used to be digital, Now it's everything
Screws in the Maruey's, Ice sitting right over the Pauly's
I ain't got to tell you, No to story
Drug dealer turned rapper
Slash gangsta thug nigga, That burn Master's
They say when you getting money the World turns faster
Hollow tips and dummys'll earn you a casket
He was a titan but wasn't ready for who he clashed with
Wake is pop'n, Funeral was a classic, Sick bastard

 

[fox69]

"Have Mercy"
(feat. Beanie Sigel & Blue Raspberry)

"Have Mercy"
(feat. Beanie Sigel & Blue Raspberry)



[kung fu sample:]
You have to learn mercy
Otherwise, you will learn bad ways
You have been confined here, for one month already
But you still haven't grasped this basic principal
I feel sorry for you, my boy

[Intro: Blue Raspberry]
I've been living in this world
Not knowing where I'm going (knowing where I'm going)
This world ain't showing
That it's gonna get better, better (yeah, it's gonna be trouble again)

[Beanie Sigel:]
My days getting shorter, my nights getting longer
My cell getting smaller, my son getting taller
I exercise my mind, my body getting stronger
But my blood getting colder, heart getting harder
My chances for appeal, getting slimmer
My skin getting brighter, my hair getting thinner
See, when you stressed out, you could age fast in here (have mercy)
I done seen weak niggas not last a year, so before lights out
I write my kids every night, kiss the stamp on the kite
And say a prayer, I hope it lands safe in this flights
I pray they sleep safe through the night
Try to teach my son right, give him some jewels
But it's hard to raise my boy from this visiting room
Many cells turned to prisoner's tombs
I just pray I don't die in here, and last night I almost cried a tear
(have mercy)

[Chorus: Raekwon w/ Blue Raspberry ad-libbing]
To all my gun holders, stand up, get it
Cause when the killas come around, it's on
Bullets get blown, warn 'em and they re-up fast
Say some back shit, your flagship gone
Can't play the building no more
Can't hang around by the store no more
It's really on, you a dickhead
Now you a dead man with no hand
Now you can't believe you jammed

[Raekwon:]
Between my six niggas, sixty years, stay in the crispy airs
Hundreds, blunted, we up top, switching lairs
Money equal power, horror equal real when borrowed
Ratchet barrel under your ears
Mean streets in the middays, they robbers, but life's so hard
Even the cops clutter us to starve us (have mercy)
The killas is star struck, look at the cars and trucks
Rambo guns, it's hard to get luck
Whether fail or a come up, your number is up
Period, make you bleed Caesarean
Chop through your body, leave you right in the lobby
Hear me, kid? Extra holes right in your derriere
The blitzes, the rushes'll touch something, back in the cells
Two days later, yup, back in them cuffs again
Or leaning on the customers, hustlers, my hood illustrious
Marvelous raps, screw on mufflers (have mercy)

[Chorus]

[Blue Raspberry:]
Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh
It hurts my heart, to see what's going on
Young men dying now, children going when they're born
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh whoa
Oh no, oh whoa, where is this world going to? I don't know

 

[fox69]

"Heart To Heart"

"Heart To Heart"


Fuck that shit Raekwon
Do that shit
Fuck them niggas...

Whats up playboy
Nigga, you doing you're thing
Nigga, go ahead

[Chorus: Raekwon]
Yeah, them fake duels
Any real niggas baby make moves
Pay dues, bitches who relate rock shoes yo
Damn, them niggas stay frontin
Tryin' to hollywoodize the realness
But ain't sayin nothin

[Raekwon]
Yo, bagel material, contact Merial kid
She sling cell weight, bust gun material
Fast like splash and rice, stash you're wife
Curry, chicken, and bitches crime on my right
I'm marvelous extra large
Threw y'all faggot niggas in the game
and now y'all niggas ain't feelin ours
Love is a message from my family
Cream Team Incorporated, Wu-Tang Clan is what you plan to be
Oh yeah, ladies in here, say yeah
Do it like yeah, starvin niggas fake rocks in they ears
Black down hat with the beak up, unique what
You need to stop wilin, the fam won't speak up
Toast, the most official niggas on post
Yellin out "how ya nigga Ghost," rich he supposed
Now I'm just talkin this one
Don't make me diss one paw
Its all about enterprisin and get rich son
Steal a nigga yo, collect currency yo
Could lock a bank up, IRS can suck dick straight up
Had dosche, oil of olay, play nigga lay
??? a cheap shit, crush them niggas like clay
Van Damn hammers, 2000 Jaguar, cameras
The little shit, seeing what you're plan was
Made y'all niggas go platinum
I made y'all niggas flow happen
Lets battle for cash captain
Remember, the cold giant on the set
Lyin on you're dick, play for real take it care of'ya ex
Thats right I'm hungry, this go out to y'all alumni
Faggot niggas dead wrong
Yeah, I'm player hatin, waitin
The culture of this nation
You lay Bay Boy since '88, stop leanin on me
Turnin iceberg money into laundry
Been taught a whole country
This technician bash opponents
Flow is llike Ronin, the movie
My gun blew your store up
Allah you our god, translating peace to the god
Lewis Rich slash signatures on the credit card
Me, Bird, Binkie, Santana, bad with the hammer
My dun power through a hundred grand up
Words from the Martin Luther King version
We burn versus then send 'em out Fed Ex, fast service

[Chorus]

[Reakwon]
The tailor made king of New York
Designer walk, Prince of Wales
Hundred sales stock broke and hotels
Playa hyply, them niggas dislikin me
Challenge my style politely, thats like fightin whitey
Here we go again lord, climb aboard
Stevie Wonder award
From here to UK, movin on your broad
Speak through Ninex, go ahead and rhyme next dun
Runnin up on nine vets, minds rep, we run your projects
All greenery on, see on lights, movin like Deion
The eagle on plus scream on all y'all bitches
The Blair Witch rich nigga vision, comprehension
Listen, its called slang optimism
Connect dots, niggas is large you can't see us
Y'all select cops, screamin niggas bars on your drops yo
Damn, what the world became of
A nigga buy a chain and he think he a thug
Here drink a slug (*ppppsssshhhh*)
Major niggas call it, y'all niggas is like a bar
I'm the war wick paw, straight up assorted
Yo, just a bark from the tree of life
Niggas ain't eatin right
Give 'em a taste and let 'em see the light

[Chorus: x3]

[Raekwon]
...Ain't sayin nothin

 

[fox69]

"Heat Rocks"

"Heat Rocks"


[Intro:]
Fire in your face
Time to take these streets again you heard
No more playing man, I want it. (Chef)

[Chorus:]
It was a Friday everybody was caken'n
And the house was shake'n and the beats was bang'n
And it won't be long that everybody know'n
That DJ brought the heat rocks
That DJ brought the heat rocks
That DJ brought the heat rooooocckks

(Let's go) Come, Get some, You little bum
I bake the cake but you can't get a crumb
From, Get physical, Lyrical, Spiritual
Ultimate, And all that good shit
I love brag'n, Gots to rag it, Flash the dragon
Back in nine-five with the wagon
Create drama when I hunt for cream
And I pack em in mean, My sweet sixteen
Is fly, My vibe is live, I gots to ride
A smoke a bone you know it when Cochise died
Hell up in Harlem, Note to Staten
When niggas do hits rock sixes black man
The black brand, Wu-Tang Clan, I smack hands
Then drive through the Hammerstein, Fronts and black bands
Cool'n, School'n, Everything around me
Might fire one off in clique's around me
I won't stand it, Dammit, Murder the planet
I more like a sign man, My coke just landed
You know, Get money nigga, The fly poet
Who only write rhymes and the track exploded

[Interlude:]
Ayo, Come see me man, Come see me I'm back up baby
Whatever you need, Come on man, Word up
Don't bring no people I don't know man

[Chorus]

Back again, Son put the fronts back in
Fresh like a new wash or glass of gin
I got many kins ready to hit niggas
Plenty men, Blend with a new spaceship, That's what's in
Caught a whirl when Shallah shit drop
Crys pop, Got Barrack with me, Come get me, Ashy glock
You know it's cool even if I flop
Ain't no more real niggas left I just sit in the box
With all the fliest, Livest, Multi-buyers
Niggas eat money up, Most yall liars
Catch the kid in Hawaii tired
New-New Roll, You talking to my hoe you fired
Superstar Keyon quite
When I talk got every burroughs in a smash cause I am
The greatest, Pay this, Latest, Famous painters say this
Two more strong for your play list
New Yorker, Hulker, Call me Orca
Army jacket down to the floor I soak you up
This is a master classic rap shit
Play at five in the morning, Get the gun and mask kit
Smoke like an Indian, Pass it
And I'm not stopping no more, That's it your ass is lit

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
Yeah, Uhh huh, Yeah, You know it ain't over nigga
It's going down again baby, For real, For Real
I'mma come see you soon alright, Word up
Yall know who you are, Word up, I want it
For real, Chef, Yeah, The builder burgers nigga
We want in

 

[fox69]

"Heated Nights"

"Heated Nights"


My life, day one when I was caught up in it young
Benetton sweaters, Kangols and guns
The candy shop is where it all popped
Sellin' ounces of oregano, free lunch, the spot
Thinkin' all better, can't wait to bag this block
Cause when I get on, my ass is just rock
Do a few 1-2s and shop
I get whore who's runnin' through 5th Ave, a Glock
I love Polo Gear and top
A few Woolrich pieces, yeah the [?] was hot
Dreams and schemes to make a knot
I sat on the stove and wrote "C.R.E.A.M.," one blunt 2 o'clock
Gangsta hours if I'm not
I'm lyin', take a shot, I put it on my 40K rock
Shorty with an educated bop
With flavor for days, it's all praise, who amaze you a lot

[Hook x2:]
Front out of drug buildings under the street lights
Guns go off, we keep pipes
Every kid caught in the zone, let's hope he make it home
And sleep right, instead of churnin' the heat night

Ayo maxin' with the machine guns, new [?]
Tryna stay away from the jail gangs and letters
My time is now, bread box is startin' to pile
Homegirl got no style but I'ma lace her
Catch me in a Blazer with a P9 laser
Drunk get 25 thousand a razor
Meet me in the mess hall, you crazy, I'm out in Jamaica
Breakin' up black weed, chillin' with gangstas
Fuck around high, might die on vacation
Better have respect in the right place like Mike Mason
Everybody smooth when the cake flip
Niggas start snitchin' on the team whe they say shit
Get your face lit, it's so hard to make shit
Can't sit around jealous niggas, that's gay shit
That's why, yo I'm just around paid shit
No Minute Maid shit, no son this ain't a slave ship

[Hook x2:]
Front out of drug buildings under the street lights
Guns go off, we keep pipes
Every kid caught in the zone, let's hope he make it home
And sleep right, instead of churnin' the heat night

 

[fox69]

"Heaven & Hell"
(feat. Ghostface Killer, Blue Raspberry)

"Heaven & Hell"
(feat. Ghostface Killer, Blue Raspberry)



[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
[x2]
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
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