Only Built 4 Cuban Linx... *

* originally featured on the _Fresh_ soundtrack<br><br>Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface<br><br>Yo what what, yo<br>Exotic type shit<br>Ninety-four, we must go to war fast<br>With the pen and the pad<br>God damn, shine like gold rims on Pathfinders<br>Wu-Tang reclines, lamps, for the nine-squares kid<br> Money clothes designer hoes and shows y`all<br><br>Lyrics: Raekwon, Ghostface<br><br>Yo, yo, wakin up about ten kid<br>Jumpin in the shower, peace about to make <br> moves and slide like greese <br>What? I`m all about Tecs and checks and nuff respect you front<br>I`m slammin you like the Lex<br>So now I`m out in the ninety-five<br>Rockin that real nigga don`t die <br>Guess down<br> Drawers Kani!<br>But yo I`m makin a pit stop<br>Go and buy a box of glocks, til he rolled up and yo<br> Whattup Hobbes?<br> Yo, remember that kid that we vicked<br> He made a half of mil for real<br> He brought about fo` bricks<br>Yo, so now we connect doors, meet me at the airport <br>TELL GOLDEN ARMS MAINTAIN THE FORT<br> Get in touch with that West coast Cali crab you stabbed<br> And meet me at the bitch lab<br>So word up kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shit<br> Couldn`t even rest, I need the vic<br>And when I slept, I dream G`s, Son I need some<br> Keys roll self, call up Son<br>I heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit<br> A fake nigga faked and they killed his click<br>Gimme a minute and I`m with it<br> Yo niggaz done did it<br>Rock your vest<br> Keep your whip tinted<br> So now we see him up in BoJangles<br> Stranglin a forty ounce, with ten G`s worth of gold bangles<br>Diamonds, what, all up in his face<br> With his man`s mace, medallions the size of dinner plates<br>Yo, he knew we knew him so we blew him<br>Took thirty G`s worth of jewels of that nigga<br>DO HIM!<br> So now I`m lampin in my man`s Land<br>Streets is hot like sand<br> Jesus rollin in my right hand<br>Yup, you know the steezo black<br>Got to go down like that<br> Shallah<br>Cigars<br>AND BALL HATS<br><br>Outro:<br><br>Ninety-four, takin niggaz to war, yo, yo<br><br>What do you believe in? Heaven or hell?<br>You don`t beleive in heaven cause we`re livin in hell<br>(repeat 2X)<br>So it`s your life<br>*we`re livin in hell, we`re livin in hellllllll*<br> What a chamber, fuckin with mad strangers<br> Yeah, you know how it runs baby, straight up yo<br> Money clothes, designer hoes and shows y`all<br> That`s how it goes<br> Whatever<br><br>What do you believe in? Heaven or hell?<br>You don`t believe in heaven cause we`re livin in hell<br> 31st chamber y`all<br>So it`s your life<br><br>(What do you believe in? Heaven or hell?)<br>Niggaz ain`t even know Son, only half is sewed cash<br>(You don`t believe in heaven cause we`re livin in hell)<br>They haven`t yet sold their weight<br>(What do you believe in? Heaven or hell?)<br> Question, shit is real, youknowhatI`msayin<br>(You don`t believe...)<br>Niggaz think it`s all about a real live Allah<br>A little hundred dollars and that make you a man<br>KnowhatI`msayin?<br> You ain`t even promised tomorrow Son, word up<br>Niggaz don`t understand how life can be so short<br>Come so fast<br> With the blinkin of eye, blinkin of eye you`re gone baby<br> Straight up, knowhatI`msayin, get turned to dust<br> Return to the casket<br>That ass is out Son, word up<br> Word up, get evaporated, straight up