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    Текст песни Raekwon - Heaven Hell

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    * originally featured on the _fresh_ soundtrack

    Intro: raekwonghostface

    Yo what whatyo
    Exotic type shit
    Ninety-fourwe must go to war fast
    With the pen and the pad
    God damnshine like gold rims on pathfinders
    Wu-tang reclineslampsfor the nine-squares kid
    Money clothes designer hoes and shows y’all

    Lyrics: raekwonghostface

    Yoyowakin up about ten kid
    Jumpin in the showerpeace 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 glockstil he rolled up and yo
    Whattup hobbes?
    Yoremember that kid that we vicked
    He made a half of mil for real
    He brought about fo’ bricks
    Yoso now we connect doorsmeet 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 kidwe slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shit
    Couldn’t even restI need the vic
    And when I sleptI dream g’sson I need some
    Keys roll selfcall 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 ouncewith ten g’s worth of gold bangles
    Diamondswhatall up in his face
    With his man’s macemedallions the size of dinner plates
    Yohe 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
    Yupyou know the steezo black
    Got to go down like that
    Shallah
    Cigars
    And ball hats

    Outro:

    Ninety-fourtakin niggaz to waryoyo

    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 hellwe’re livin in hellllllll*
    What a chamberfuckin with mad strangers
    Yeahyou know how it runs babystraight up yo
    Money clothesdesigner 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 sononly 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? )
    Questionshit is realyouknowhati’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 sonword up
    Niggaz don’t understand how life can be so short
    Come so fast
    With the blinkin of eyeblinkin of eye you’re gone baby
    Straight upknowhati’msayinget turned to dust
    Return to the casket
    That ass is out sonword up
    Word upget evaporatedstraight up
    Word up
    Lose all your strength nigga
    Crazy dedication shout out to the memory of two cent jason
    Heartbrokenwe soakin wet though
    Keepin it real for my peopls
    Yeahyo
    And my physical brother devonyou’re still in here baby
    Because you’re in my arms niggaword up
    I never let you go baby
    Youknowhati’msayin? you my life charmword up
    For real
    Keep shinin
    Real for keepin it realshout out to major niggaz
    Big kawaijesshell in the computer system
    The rzawho slams fat discs for the ninety-four
    Word uprzahe’s my nigga baby
    Yeaheatin dinner with the big boys now
    Yaknowhati’msayin?
    Word upbig booth represent the q
    Knowhowedolampget that power-utypethings on float
    Gzaword upmaster killer
    The don of the clanmethod maninspector deck
    Dirty bastard
    U-godword up baby
    Keep it real son
    Keep packin them guns
    Word up
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