[00:04.29]*　　　 originally featured on the _fresh_ soundtrack
[00:05.25]Intro：raekwon, ghostface
[00:05.79]Yo what what, yo
[00:07.50]Exotic type shit
[00:09.09]Ninety-four, we must go to war fast
[00:12.27]With the pen and the pad
[00:15.06]God damn, ******ne like gold rims on pathfinders
[00:18.99]Wu-tang reclines, lamps, for the nine-******s kid
[00:26.25]Money clothes designer hoes and shows y'all
[00:30.27]Lyrics: raekwon, ghostface
[00:30.84]Yo, yo, wakin up about ten kid
[00:33.36]Jumpin in the shower, peace about to make
[00:35.76]Moves and slide like greese
[00:37.38]What?　i'm all about tecs and checks and nuff respect you front
[00:41.85]I'm slammin you like the lex
[00:43.62]So now i'm out in the ninety-five
[00:45.75]Rockin that real shit don't die
[00:48.00]Guess down
[00:48.72]Drawers kani!
[00:49.32]But yo i'm makin a pit stop
[00:51.93]Go and buy a box of glocks, til he rolled up and yo
[00:54.84]Whattup hobbes?
[00:55.95]Yo, remember that kid that we vicked
[00:58.29]He made a half of mil for real
[01:00.21]He brought about fo' bricks
[01:02.16]Yo, so now we connect doors, meet me at the airport
[01:05.82]Tell golden arms maintain the fort
[01:08.25]Get in touch with that west coast cali crab you stabbed
[01:11.82]And meet me at the ****ing lab
[01:13.65]So word up kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shit
[01:18.12]Couldn't even rest, i need the vic
[01:20.61]And when i slept, i dream g's, son i need some
[01:24.18]Keys roll self, call up son
[01:26.79]I heard pook and tyriq caught a beef over some real shit
[01:30.39]A fake nigga faked and they killed his click
[01:32.91]Gimme a minute and i'm with it
[01:34.68]Yo niggaz done did it
[01:36.54]Rock your vest
[01:37.68]Keep your whip tinted
[01:38.91]So now we see him up in bojangles
[01:41.19]Stranglin a forty ounce, with ten g's worth of gold bangles
[01:45.15]Diamonds, what, all up in his face
[01:47.55]With his man's mace, medallions the size of dinner plates
[01:51.06]Yo, he knew we knew him so we blew him
[01:53.49]Took thirty g's worth of jewels of that nigga
[01:56.34]Do him!
[01:57.42]So now i'm lampin in my man's land
[01:59.70]Streets is hot like sand
[02:01.41]Jesus rollin in my right hand
[02:03.69]Yup, you know the steezo black
[02:05.73]Got to go down like that
[02:07.53]Shallah
[02:08.01]Cigars
[02:08.85]And ball hats
[02:11.52]Outro:
[02:11.64]Ninety-four, takin niggaz to war, yo, yo
[02:15.81]What do you believe in?　heaven or hell?
[02:18.75]You don't beleive in heaven cause we're livin in hell
[02:22.56](repeat 2x)
[02:23.04]So it's your life
[02:23.58]*we're livin in hell, we're livin in hellllllll*
[02:26.19]What a chamber, niggas with mad strangers
[02:36.21]Yeah, you know how it runs baby, straight up yo
[02:40.83]Money clothes, designer hoes and shows y'all
[02:44.31]That's how it goes
[02:46.05]Whatever
[02:46.59]What do you believe in?　heaven or hell?
[02:49.53]You don't believe in heaven cause we're livin in hell
[02:50.76]31st chamber y'all
[02:51.45]So it's your life
[02:52.53](what do you believe in?　heaven or hell?)
[02:59.28]Niggas ain't even know son, only half is sewed cash
[03:02.10](you don't believe in heaven cause we're livin in hell)
[03:03.57]They haven't yet sold their weight
[03:06.09](what do you believe in?　heaven or hell?)
[03:07.50]Question, this shit is real, youknowhati'msayin
[03:09.60](you don't believe...)
[03:09.90]Niggas think it's all about a real live allah
[03:12.63]A little hundred dollars and that make you a man
[03:14.64]Knowhati'msayin?
[03:15.30]You ain't even promised tomorrow son, word up
[03:19.11]Niggas don't understand how life can be so short
[03:22.29]Come so fast
[03:24.51]With the blinkin of eye, blinkin of eye you're gone baby
[03:28.50]Straight up, knowhati'msayin, get turned to dust
[03:31.50]Return to the casket
[03:34.29]That ass is out son, word up
[03:36.03]Word up, get evaporated, straight up
[03:38.97]Word up
[03:39.87]Lose all your strength nigga
[03:41.28]Crazy dedication shout out to the memory of two cent jason
[03:46.92]Heartbroken, we soakin wet though
[03:50.40]Keepin it real for my peopls
[03:51.90]Yeah, yo
[03:53.94]And my physical brother devon, you're still in here baby
[03:57.90]Because you're in my arms nigga, word up
[04:01.11]I never let you go baby
[04:03.06]Youknowhati'msayin?　you my life charm, word up
[04:09.30]For real
[04:09.63]Keep ******nin
[04:10.14]Real for keepin it real, shout out to major niggaz
[04:12.75]Big kawai, jess, hell in the computer system
[04:18.42]The rza, who slams fat discs for the ninety-four
[04:24.54]Word up, rza, he's my nigga baby
[04:26.19]Yeah, eatin dinner with the big boys now
[04:29.82]Yaknowhati'msayin?
[04:30.18]Word up, big booth represent the q
[04:32.46]Knowhowedo, lamp, get that power-u, type, things on float
[04:37.68]Gza, word up, master killer
[04:45.12]The don of the clan, method man, inspector deck
[04:47.70]Dirty bastard
[04:49.20]U-god, word up baby
[04:52.41]Keep it real son
[04:54.27]Keep packin them guns
[04:55.50]Word up

*　　　 originally featured on the _fresh_ soundtrack
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, ******ne like gold rims on pathfinders
Wu-tang reclines, lamps, for the nine-******s 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 shit 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 ****ing 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
(repeat 2x)
So it's your life
*we're livin in hell, we're livin in hellllllll*
What a chamber, niggas 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?)
Niggas 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, this shit is real, youknowhati'msayin
(you don't believe...)
Niggas 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
Niggas 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 ******nin
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
Word up