Heaven & Hellによるコード
Raekwon And Ghostface Killah

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Verse 1
Em 
This that gravedigger shit (ooh, and no one
Dm 
can fuck with the Wu-Tang)
Yo (what? What?)
Yo
Exotic type shit
Em 
Ninety-four
We We must go to war fast
Dm 
With the pen and the pad
Goddamn
Em 
Shine like gold rims on
Dm 
Pathfinders
Em 
Wu-Tang reclines, reclines, lamps
Dm 
For the nine-sqaures, kid
(Money, clothes,
Em 
designer hoes and shows, y'all)
Check it

Verse 2
Dm 
Yo, yo, wakin' up about ten, kid
Em 
Jumpin' in the shower,
peace about to make
Moves to slide like grease
Dm 
What? I'm all about TECs and checks
Em 
with nuff respect
You front, I'm slammin'
Dm 
you like the Lex'
So now I'm out on the ninety-five
Em 
Rockin' that that real nigga don't die
Dm 
Guess down, drawers Kani
But, yo, I'm makin' a pit stop
Em 
Go and buy a box of Glocks
Dm 
It equaled up, pay up, what up Ahk?
Yo, remember that kid that we vicked?
Em 
He made a half of mil for real,
he brought about four bricks
Dm 
Yo, so now we connect thoughts,
Em 
meet me at the airport
Tell Golden Arms maintain the fort
Dm 
Get in touch with that west coast
Em 
cali crab you stabbed
And meet me at the bitch lab
Dm 
So word up  , kid, we slid like a fat
Em 
four to twelve bid and shit
Dm 
Couldn't even rest, I need the vic'
And when I slept, I dream Gs, son
Em 
I need some keys won't sell, call up son
Dm 
I heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef
Em 
over some real shit
A fake nigga faked
and they killed his clique
Dm 
Gimme a minute and I'm winnin'
Em 
Yo, niggas done did it, rock your vest
Keep your whip tinted
Dm 
So  now we see him up
in Bojangles
Em 
Stranglin' a forty ounce,
with ten Gs worth of gold bangles
Dm 
Diamonds, what? All up in his face
Em 
With his man's mace,
medallions the size of dinner plates
Dm 
Yo, he knew we knew
him so we blew him
Em 
Took thirty Gs worth of jewels of that nigga,
do him
Dm 
So  now I'm lampin' in
my man's land
Em 
Streets is hot like sand
G's is rollin' in my right hand
Dm 
Yup, you know the steezo, black
Em 
Got to go down like that
Dm 
Shallah, cigars and ball hats
Em 
Ninety-four, takin' niggas niggas to war,

Verse 3
yo, yo
Dm 
What do you believe in?
Heaven or hell?
Em 
You don't believe in heaven
'cause we're livin' in hell
Dm 
What do you believe in, boy,
Heaven or hell?
Em 
You don't believe in Heaven
'cause we're livin' in hell
Dm 
So it's your life

Verse 4
Em 
What a chamber
Dm 
Fuckin' with mad strangers
Em 
Yeah, you know how it runs, baby
Straight up, yo
Dm 
Money, clothes,
Em 
designer hoes and shows y'all
That's how it goes, whatever
Dm 
What do you believe in?
Heaven or hell?
Em 
You don't believe in Heaven cause
we're livin' in hell
(31st chamber, y'all)
Dm 
Em 
So it's your life

Verse 5
Dm 
Niggas ain't even know son
Em 
How it happen so  fast
Those were livin' and sold their weight
Dm 
No  question
Em 
Shit is real,
you know what I'm sayin'?
Dm 
Word up, niggas thinks it's all about the FILA,
velour
That little hundred dollars and that
Em 
make you a   man
You ain't promised tomorrow,
Dm 
son, word up (for real)
Niggas don't understand how
Em 
life can be so short
Dm 
Come so fast
Within the blinkin' of eye
Em 
Blink of an eye, you're gone,
baby, straight up
Dm 
Know what I'm sayin'?
Get turned to dust
Em 
Return to the casket
Dm 
That ass is out, son, word up
Word up, get evaporated,
straight up (word up)
Em 
Lose all your strength, nigga
Dm 
Crazy dedication shoutout in the memory
Em 
of Two Cent Jason
Heartbroken,
Dm 
we soakin' wet though
Em 
Keepin' it real for my peoples
Yeah, yo
Dm 
And my physical brother DeVon,
Em 
you're still in here, baby
Because you're in my arms nigga,
Dm 
word up
I never let you go, baby
Em 
You know what I'm say in'? You're my life charm,
Dm 
word up
For real
Keep shinin'
Em 
Real keepin it real, you know?
Dm 
Shout out to major niggas
Big Kawai, Jess,
Em 
Hell on the computer system
Dm 
The RZA, who slams fat discs
for the ninety-four
Em 
Word Word up, RZA
Dm 
That's my nigga, baby
Yeah, eatin' dinner
with the big boys now
Em 
You know what I'm sayin'?
Word up,
Dm 
Big Booth represent the Q
You know how we do,
Em 
Dm 
Now get that power-U type type gangster on,
you know?
Em 
The GZA, word up, Master Killa
Dm 
The Abbot of the Clan
(my man)
Em 
Method Man, Inspectah Deck
Dirty Bastard
Dm 
U-God, word word up, baby
Em 
Keep it real, son
Keep packin' them guns
Word up