Lirik Lagu Heaven & Hell - Raekwon
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* originally featured on the _Fresh_ soundtrack
Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface
Yo what what, yoExotic type shitNinety-four, we must go to war fastWith the pen and the padGod damn, shine like gold rims on PathfindersWu-Tang reclines, lamps, for the nine-squares kidMoney clothes designer hoes and shows y'all
Lyrics: Raekwon, Ghostface
Yo, yo, wakin up about ten kidJumpin in the shower, peace about to makemoves and slide like greeseWhat? I'm all about Tecs and checks and nuff respect you frontI'm slammin you like the LexSo now I'm out in the ninety-fiveRockin that real nigga don't dieGuess downDrawers Kani!But yo I'm makin a pit stopGo and buy a box of glocks, til he rolled up and yoWhattup Hobbes?Yo, remember that kid that we vickedHe made a half of mil for realHe brought about fo' bricksYo, so now we connect doors, meet me at the airportTELL GOLDEN ARMS MAINTAIN THE FORTGet in touch with that West coast Cali crab you stabbedAnd meet me at the bitch labSo word up kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shitCouldn't even rest, I need the vicAnd when I slept, I dream G's, Son I need someKeys roll self, call up SonI heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shitA fake nigga faked and they killed his clickGimme a minute and I'm with itYo niggaz done did itRock your vestKeep your whip tintedSo now we see him up in BoJanglesStranglin a forty ounce, with ten G's worth of gold banglesDiamonds, what, all up in his faceWith his man's mace, medallions the size of dinner platesYo, he knew we knew him so we blew himTook thirty G's worth of jewels of that niggaDO HIM!So now I'm lampin in my man's LandStreets is hot like sandJesus rollin in my right handYup, you know the steezo blackGot to go down like thatShallah
Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface
Yo what what, yoExotic type shitNinety-four, we must go to war fastWith the pen and the padGod damn, shine like gold rims on PathfindersWu-Tang reclines, lamps, for the nine-squares kidMoney clothes designer hoes and shows y'all
Lyrics: Raekwon, Ghostface
Yo, yo, wakin up about ten kidJumpin in the shower, peace about to makemoves and slide like greeseWhat? I'm all about Tecs and checks and nuff respect you frontI'm slammin you like the LexSo now I'm out in the ninety-fiveRockin that real nigga don't dieGuess downDrawers Kani!But yo I'm makin a pit stopGo and buy a box of glocks, til he rolled up and yoWhattup Hobbes?Yo, remember that kid that we vickedHe made a half of mil for realHe brought about fo' bricksYo, so now we connect doors, meet me at the airportTELL GOLDEN ARMS MAINTAIN THE FORTGet in touch with that West coast Cali crab you stabbedAnd meet me at the bitch labSo word up kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shitCouldn't even rest, I need the vicAnd when I slept, I dream G's, Son I need someKeys roll self, call up SonI heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shitA fake nigga faked and they killed his clickGimme a minute and I'm with itYo niggaz done did itRock your vestKeep your whip tintedSo now we see him up in BoJanglesStranglin a forty ounce, with ten G's worth of gold banglesDiamonds, what, all up in his faceWith his man's mace, medallions the size of dinner platesYo, he knew we knew him so we blew himTook thirty G's worth of jewels of that niggaDO HIM!So now I'm lampin in my man's LandStreets is hot like sandJesus rollin in my right handYup, you know the steezo blackGot to go down like thatShallah
