| Song | Heaven & Hell (Album Version) |
| Artist | Raekwon |
| Album | Only Built 4 Cuban Linx |
| 作词 : Diggs, Woods | |
| * 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, ****in 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 |
| zuò cí : Diggs, Woods | |
| originally featured on the _fresh_ soundtrack | |
| Intro: raekwon, ghostface | |
| Yo what what, yo | |
| Exotic type shit | |
| Ninetyfour, we must go to war fast | |
| With the pen and the pad | |
| God damn, shine like gold rims on pathfinders | |
| Wutang reclines, lamps, for the ninesquares 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 ninetyfive | |
| 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: | |
| Ninetyfour, 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, in 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 ninetyfour | |
| 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 poweru, type, things on float | |
| Gza, word up, master killer | |
| The don of the clan, method man, inspector deck | |
| Dirty bastard | |
| Ugod, word up baby | |
| Keep it real son | |
| Keep packin them guns | |
| Word up |