* 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  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
 (repeat 2X)
 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
 Word up