Tonart: D# minor•
Verse 1
Bbm
This that gravedigger shit (ooh, and no one
Abm
can fuck with the Wu-Tang)
Yo (what? What?)
Yo
Exotic type shit
Bbm
Ninety-four
We We must go to war fast
Abm
With the pen and the pad
Goddamn
Bbm
Shine like gold rims on
Bbm
Wu-Tang reclines, reclines, lamps
Abm
For the nine-sqaures, kid
(Money, clothes,
Bbm
designer hoes and shows, y'all)
Check it
Verse 2
Abm
Yo, yo, wakin' up about ten, kid
Bbm
Jumpin' in the shower,
peace about to make
Moves to slide like grease
Abm
What? I'm all about TECs and checks
Bbm
with nuff respect
You front, I'm slammin'
Abm
you like the Lex'
So now I'm out on the ninety-five
Bbm
Rockin' that that real nigga don't die
Abm
Guess down, drawers Kani
But, yo, I'm makin' a pit stop
Bbm
Go and buy a box of Glocks
Abm
It equaled up, pay up, what up Ahk?
Yo, remember that kid that we vicked?
A#m
He made a half of mil for real,
he brought about four bricks
Abm
Yo, so now we connect thoughts,
Bbm
meet me at the airport
Tell Golden Arms maintain the fort
Abm
Get in touch with that west coast
Bbm
cali crab you stabbed
And meet me at the bitch lab
Abm
So word up , kid, we slid like a fat
Bbm
four to twelve bid and shit
Abm
Couldn't even rest, I need the vic'
And when I slept, I dream Gs, son
Bbm
I need some keys won't sell, call up son
Abm
I heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef
Bbm
over some real shit
A fake nigga faked
and they killed his clique
Abm
Gimme a minute and I'm winnin'
Bbm
Yo, niggas done did it, rock your vest
Keep your whip tinted
Abm
So now we see him up
in Bojangles
Bbm
Stranglin' a forty ounce,
with ten Gs worth of gold bangles
Abm
Diamonds, what? All up in his face
Bbm
With his man's mace,
medallions the size of dinner plates
Abm
Yo, he knew we knew
him so we blew him
Bbm
Took thirty Gs worth of jewels of that nigga,
do him
Abm
So now I'm lampin' in
my man's land
Bbm
Streets is hot like sand
G's is rollin' in my right hand
Abm
Yup, you know the steezo, black
Bbm
Got to go down like that
Abm
Shallah, cigars and ball hats
Bbm
Ninety-four, takin' niggas niggas to war,
Verse 3
yo, yo
Abm
What do you believe in?
Heaven or hell?
Bbm
You don't believe in heaven
'cause we're livin' in hell
Abm
What do you believe in, boy,
Heaven or hell?
Bbm
You don't believe in Heaven
'cause we're livin' in hell
Abm
So it's your life
Verse 4
Abm
Fuckin' with mad strangers
Bbm
Yeah, you know how it runs, baby
Straight up, yo
Bbm
designer hoes and shows y'all
That's how it goes, whatever
Abm
What do you believe in?
Heaven or hell?
Bbm
You don't believe in Heaven cause
we're livin' in hell
(31st chamber, y'all)
Abm
Bbm
So it's your life
Verse 5
Abm
Niggas ain't even know son
Bbm
How it happen so fast
Those were livin' and sold their weight
you know what I'm sayin'?
Abm
Word up, niggas thinks it's all about the FILA,
velour
That little hundred dollars and that
You ain't promised tomorrow,
Abm
son, word up (for real)
Niggas don't understand how
Bbm
life can be so short
Within the blinkin' of eye
Bbm
Blink of an eye, you're gone,
baby, straight up
Abm
Know what I'm sayin'?
Get turned to dust
Bbm
Return to the casket
Abm
That ass is out, son, word up
Word up, get evaporated,
straight up (word up)
Bbm
Lose all your strength, nigga
Abm
Crazy dedication shoutout in the memory
Bbm
of Two Cent Jason
Heartbroken,
Abm
we soakin' wet though
Bbm
Keepin' it real for my peoples
Yeah, yo
Abm
And my physical brother DeVon,
Bbm
you're still in here, baby
Because you're in my arms nigga,
I never let you go, baby
Bbm
You know what I'm say in'? You're my life charm,
For real
Keep shinin'
Bbm
Real keepin it real, you know?
Abm
Shout out to major niggas
Big Kawai, Jess,
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Hell on the computer system
Abm
The RZA, who slams fat discs
for the ninety-four
Bbm
Word Word up, RZA
Abm
That's my nigga, baby
Yeah, eatin' dinner
with the big boys now
Bbm
You know what I'm sayin'?
Word up,
Abm
Big Booth represent the Q
You know how we do,
Bbm
Abm
Now get that power-U type type gangster on,
you know?
Bbm
The GZA, word up, Master Killa
Abm
The Abbot of the Clan
(my man)
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Method Man, Inspectah Deck
Dirty Bastard
Abm
U-God, word word up, baby
Bbm
Keep it real, son
Keep packin' them guns
Word up
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