Yo, what, what? Yo, exotic type o' shit

?94, we must go to war fast with the pen and the pad

Goddamn, shine like gold rims on Pathfinders

Wu-Tang reclines, lamps for the nine-square's kid

Clothes, designer hoes and shows y?all

Yo, yo, wakin' up about ten kid

Jumpin' in the shower, peace about to make

Moves and slide like grease, 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 '95 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

See, rolled up and yo winner

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

Then when I slept, I dream G's, son, I need some

Ki?s won?t sell, 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 40 oz with 10 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 30 G?s worth of jewels off 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

?94, takin' niggaz to war, yo, yo

What do you believe in, heaven or hell?

You don't believe in heaven ?cause we're livin' in hell

What do you believe in, heaven or hell?

You don't believe in heaven ?cause we're livin' in hell

So it's your life, what a chamber, fuckin' with the 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

So it's your life

Niggaz ain't even know, son, only half is sewed cash

They haven't yet sold their weight

Question, shit is real, you know what I'm sayin'

Niggaz think it's all about a real live Allah

A little hundred dollars and that make you a man

Know what I'm sayin'?

You ain't even promised tomorrow son, word up

Niggaz don't understand how life can be so short

Come so fast, within a blinkin' of eye

Blinkin' eye and you're gone, baby

Straight up, know what I'm sayin'?

Get turned to dust, return to the casket

That ass is out son, word up, word up, get evaporated, straight up

Lose all your strength nigga

Crazy dedication shout out in the memory of Two Cent Jason

Heartbroken, we soakin' wet though, keepin' it real for my peoples

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, know what I'm sayin'?

You my life charm

Word up for real, keep shinin'

Real for keepin' it real, you know, shout out to major niggaz

Big Kawai, Jess, hell in the computer system

The Rza, who slams fat discs for the ?94

Word up, Rza, he's my nigga baby

Yeah, eatin' dinner with the big boys now

You know what I'm sayin'?

Word up, Big Booth represent the Q

Know how we do, 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