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featuring Ghostface Killer, Blue Raspberry
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* originally featured on the _Fresh_ soundtrack
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Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface
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Yo what what, yo
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Exotic type shit
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Ninety-four, we must go to war fast
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With the pen and the pad
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God damn, shine like gold rims on Pathfinders
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Wu-Tang reclines, lamps, for the nine-squares kid
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Money clothes designer hoes and shows y'all
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Lyrics: Raekwon, Ghostface
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Yo, yo, wakin up about ten kid
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Jumpin in the shower, peace about to make
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moves and slide like greese
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What? I'm all about Tecs and checks and nuff respect you front
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I'm slammin you like the Lex
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So now I'm out in the ninety-five
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Rockin that real nigga don't die
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Guess down
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Drawers Kani!
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But yo I'm makin a pit stop
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Go and buy a box of glocks, til he rolled up and yo
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Whattup Hobbes?
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Yo, remember that kid that we vicked
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He made a half of mil for real
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He brought about fo' bricks
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Yo, so now we connect doors, meet me at the airport
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TELL GOLDEN ARMS MAINTAIN THE FORT
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Get in touch with that West coast Cali crab you stabbed
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And meet me at the bitch lab
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So word up kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shit
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Couldn't even rest, I need the vic
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And when I slept, I dream G's, Son I need some
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Keys roll self, call up Son
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I heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit
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A fake nigga faked and they killed his click
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Gimme a minute and I'm with it
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Yo niggaz done did it
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Rock your vest
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Keep your whip tinted
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So now we see him up in BoJangles
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Stranglin a forty ounce, with ten G's worth of gold bangles
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Diamonds, what, all up in his face
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With his man's mace, medallions the size of dinner plates
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Yo, he knew we knew him so we blew him
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Took thirty G's worth of jewels of that nigga
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DO HIM!
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So now I'm lampin in my man's Land
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Streets is hot like sand
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Jesus rollin in my right hand
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Yup, you know the steezo black
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Got to go down like that
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Shallah
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Cigars
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AND BALL HATS
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Outro:
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Ninety-four, takin niggaz to war, yo, yo
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What do you believe in? Heaven or hell?
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You don't beleive in heaven cause we're livin in hell
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(repeat 2X)
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So it's your life
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*we're livin in hell, we're livin in hellllllll*
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What a chamber, fuckin with mad strangers
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Yeah, you know how it runs baby, straight up yo
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Money clothes, designer hoes and shows y'all
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That's how it goes
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Whatever
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What do you believe in? Heaven or hell?
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You don't believe in heaven cause we're livin in hell
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31st chamber y'all
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So it's your life
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(What do you believe in? Heaven or hell?)
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Niggaz ain't even know Son, only half is sewed cash
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(You don't believe in heaven cause we're livin in hell)
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They haven't yet sold their weight
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(What do you believe in? Heaven or hell?)
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Question, shit is real, youknowhatI'msayin
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(You don't believe...)
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Niggaz think it's all about a real live Allah
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A little hundred dollars and that make you a man
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KnowhatI'msayin?
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You ain't even promised tomorrow Son, word up
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Niggaz don't understand how life can be so short
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Come so fast
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With the blinkin of eye, blinkin of eye you're gone baby
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Straight up, knowhatI'msayin, get turned to dust
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Return to the casket
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That ass is out Son, word up
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Word up, get evaporated, straight up
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Word up
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Lose all your strength nigga
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Crazy dedication shout out to the memory of Two Cent Jason
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Heartbroken, we soakin wet though
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Keepin it real for my peopls
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Yeah, yo
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And my physical brother DeVon, you're still in here baby
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Because you're in my arms nigga, word up
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I never let you go baby
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YouknowhatI'msayin? You my life charm, word up
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For real
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Keep shinin
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Real for keepin it real, shout out to major niggaz
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Big Kawai, Jess, Hell in the computer system
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The RZA, who slams fat discs for the ninety-four
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Word up, RZA, he's my nigga baby
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Yeah, eatin dinner with the big boys now
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YaknowhatI'msayin?
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Word up, Big Booth represent the Q
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Knowhowedo, lamp, get that power-u, type, things on float
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GZA, word up, Master Killer
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The don of the Clan, Method Man, Inspector Deck
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Dirty Bastard
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U-God, word up baby
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Keep it real Son
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Keep packin them guns
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Word up
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Heaven & Hell
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Rae |