Lyrics:

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