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I'm all about TECs and checks with 'nough respect\nYou front, I'm slamming you like the Lex\nSo now I'm out in the ninety-five\nRocking that \"Real Niggas Don't Die\"\nGuess down, drawers Kani\nBut, yo, I'm making a pitstop\nGo and buy a box of Glocks\nIt equaled up, pay up, what up, 'Ak?\nYo, remember that kid that we vicked?\nHe made a half of mil' for real\nWe brought about four bricks\nYo, so now we connect thoughts\nMeet me at the airport\nTell Golden Arms maintain the fort\nGet in touch with that West Coast Cali crab you stabbed\nAnd meet me at the bitch lab\nSo word up, kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shit\nCouldn't even rest, I need the vic'\nAnd when I slept, I dream G's, son, I need some\nKeys won't sell, call up son\nI heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit\nA fake nigga faked and they killed his clique\nGive me a minute and I'm winnin'\nYo, niggas done did it\nRock your vest, keep your whip tinted\nSo now we see him up in Bojangles strangling a forty ounce\nWith ten G's worth of gold bangles\nDiamonds, what? All up in his face\nWith his man's mace\nMedallions the size of dinner plates, yo\nHe knew we knew him so we blew him\nTook thirty G's worth of jewels off that nigga, do him\nSo now I'm lamping in my man's land\nStreets is hot like sand\nG's is rolling in my right hand\nYup, you know the steezo black\nLot'll go down like that\nShallah, cigars and mob hats\nNinety-four, takin' niggas to war, yo, yo\n\nWhat do you believe in, heaven or hell?\nYou don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell\nWhat do you believe in, boy, heaven or hell?\nYou don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell\n\nSo it's your life\nWhat a chamber\nFucking with the mad strangers\nYeah, you know how it runs, baby, straight up, yo\nMoney, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all\nThat's how it goes, whatever\nWhat do you believe in, heaven or hell?\nYou don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell (31st chamber, y'all)\nSo it's your life\n\nWhat do you believe in? Heaven or hell? (Niggas ain't even know, son)\nYou don't believe in heaven 'cause we're livin' in hell (Sold their weight)\nWhat do you believe in, heaven or hell? (No question, word up)\nYou don't believe in-(This shit is real, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n\nWord up, niggas think it's all about a hundred-dollar velour\nA little hundred dollars and that make you a man, you know what I'm sayin'?\nYou ain't promised tomorrow, son, word up\nNiggas don't understand how life can be so short\nCome so fast\nWithin the blinkin' of eye\nBlinkin' of eye, you're gone, baby, straight up\nYou know what I'm sayin'?\nGet turned to dust\nReturn to the casket\nAnd that ass is out, son, word up\nWord up, get evaporated, straight up (Word up)\nLose all your strength, nigga\nCrazy dedication shoutout in the memory of Two Cent Jason\nHeartbroken\nWe soakin' wet, though\nKeepin' it real for my peoples\nYeah, yo\nAnd my physical brother DeVon\nYou're still in here, baby\nBecause you're in my arms, nigga, word up\nI never let you go, baby\nKnow what I'm saying? You my life charm, word up\nFor real (Keep shinin')\nFor real, keepin' it real, you know\nShout out to major niggas\nBig Kawai, Jess, Hell on the computer system\nThe RZA who slams fat discs for the ninety-four\nWord up, RZA\nThat's my nigga, baby, yeah\nEatin' dinner with the big boys now, you know what I'm saying? (Word up)\nBig Booth represent the Q\nYou know how we do\nNow get that power-U type gangster on, you know?\nThe GZA, word up Masta Killa\nThe Abbot of the Clan\nMethod Man, Inspectah Deck\nDirty Bastard\nU-God, word up, baby\nKeep it real, son\nKeep packin' them guns\nWord up","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Heaven & Hell\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Heaven & Hell\n  duration_ms: 297000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This that gravedigger shit (No one can fuck with the Wu-Tang)\n  Yo (What? What?), yo\n  Exotic type shit\n  Ninety-four\n  We must go to war fast\n  With the pen and the pad\n  Goddamn\n  Shine like gold rims on Pathfinders\n  Wu-Tang reclines, lamps\n  For the nine-squares, kid\n  (Money, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all)\n  Check it, yo, yo\n\n  Waking up about ten, kid\n  Jumping in the shower, peace, about to make moves and slide like grease\n  What? I'm all about TECs and checks with 'nough respect\n  You front, I'm slamming you like the Lex\n  So now I'm out in the ninety-five\n  Rocking that \"Real Niggas Don't Die\"\n  Guess down, drawers Kani\n  But, yo, I'm making a pitstop\n  Go and buy a box of Glocks\n  It equaled up, pay up, what up, 'Ak?\n  Yo, remember that kid that we vicked?\n  He made a half of mil' for real\n  We brought about four bricks\n  Yo, so now we connect thoughts\n  Meet me at the airport\n  Tell Golden Arms maintain the fort\n  Get in touch with that West Coast Cali crab you stabbed\n  And meet me at the bitch lab\n  So word up, kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shit\n  Couldn't even rest, I need the vic'\n  And when I slept, I dream G's, son, I need some\n  Keys won't sell, call up son\n  I heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit\n  A fake nigga faked and they killed his clique\n  Give me a minute and I'm winnin'\n  Yo, niggas done did it\n  Rock your vest, keep your whip tinted\n  So now we see him up in Bojangles strangling a forty ounce\n  With ten G's worth of gold bangles\n  Diamonds, what? All up in his face\n  With his man's mace\n  Medallions the size of dinner plates, yo\n  He knew we knew him so we blew him\n  Took thirty G's worth of jewels off that nigga, do him\n  So now I'm lamping in my man's land\n  Streets is hot like sand\n  G's is rolling in my right hand\n  Yup, you know the steezo black\n  Lot'll go down like that\n  Shallah, cigars and mob hats\n  Ninety-four, takin' niggas to war, yo, yo\n\n  What do you believe in, heaven or hell?\n  You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell\n  What do you believe in, boy, heaven or hell?\n  You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell\n\n  So it's your life\n  What a chamber\n  Fucking with the mad strangers\n  Yeah, you know how it runs, baby, straight up, yo\n  Money, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all\n  That's how it goes, whatever\n  What do you believe in, heaven or hell?\n  You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell (31st chamber, y'all)\n  So it's your life\n\n  What do you believe in? Heaven or hell? (Niggas ain't even know, son)\n  You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're livin' in hell (Sold their weight)\n  What do you believe in, heaven or hell? (No question, word up)\n  You don't believe in-(This shit is real, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n\n  Word up, niggas think it's all about a hundred-dollar velour\n  A little hundred dollars and that make you a man, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  You ain't promised tomorrow, son, word up\n  Niggas don't understand how life can be so short\n  Come so fast\n  Within the blinkin' of eye\n  Blinkin' of eye, you're gone, baby, straight up\n  You know what I'm sayin'?\n  Get turned to dust\n  Return to the casket\n  And that ass is out, son, word up\n  Word up, get evaporated, straight up (Word up)\n  Lose all your strength, nigga\n  Crazy dedication shoutout in the memory of Two Cent Jason\n  Heartbroken\n  We soakin' wet, though\n  Keepin' it real for my peoples\n  Yeah, yo\n  And my physical brother DeVon\n  You're still in here, baby\n  Because you're in my arms, nigga, word up\n  I never let you go, baby\n  Know what I'm saying? You my life charm, word up\n  For real (Keep shinin')\n  For real, keepin' it real, you know\n  Shout out to major niggas\n  Big Kawai, Jess, Hell on the computer system\n  The RZA who slams fat discs for the ninety-four\n  Word up, RZA\n  That's my nigga, baby, yeah\n  Eatin' dinner with the big boys now, you know what I'm saying? (Word up)\n  Big Booth represent the Q\n  You know how we do\n  Now get that power-U type gangster on, you know?\n  The GZA, word up Masta Killa\n  The Abbot of the Clan\n  Method Man, Inspectah Deck\n  Dirty Bastard\n  U-God, word up, baby\n  Keep it real, son\n  Keep packin' them guns\n  Word up\n"},{"id":33440641,"name":"Heaven & Hell","trackName":"Heaven & Hell","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Heaven & Hell","duration":66.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Raekwon, Ghostface\n\nYo what what, yo\nExotic type shit\nNinety-four, we must go to war fast\nWith the pen and the pad\nGod damn, shine like gold rims on Pathfinders\nWu-Tang reclines, lamps, for the nine-squares kid\nMoney clothes designer hoes and shows y'all\n\nYo, yo, wakin up about ten kid\nJumpin in the shower, peace about to make\nMoves and slide like greese\nWhat? I'm all about Tecs and checks and nuff respect you front\nI'm slammin you like the Lex\nSo now I'm out in the ninety-five\nRockin that real nigga don't die\nGuess down\nDrawers Kani!\nBut yo I'm makin a pit stop\nGo and buy a box of glocks, til he rolled up and yo\nWhattup Hobbes?\nYo, remember that kid that we vicked\nHe made a half of mil for real\nHe brought about fo' bricks\nYo, so now we connect doors, meet me at the airport\nTELL GOLDEN ARMS MAINTAIN THE FORT\nGet in touch with that West coast Cali crab you stabbed\nAnd meet me at the bitch lab\nSo word up kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shit\nCouldn't even rest, I need the vic\nAnd when I slept, I dream G's, Son I need some\nKeys roll self, call up Son\nI heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit\nA fake nigga faked and they killed his click\nGimme a minute and I'm with it\nYo niggaz done did it\nRock your vest\nKeep your whip tinted\nSo now we see him up in BoJangles\nStranglin a forty ounce, with ten G's worth of gold bangles\nDiamonds, what, all up in his face\nWith his man's mace, medallions the size of dinner plates\nYo, he knew we knew him so we blew him\nTook thirty G's worth of jewels of that nigga\nDO HIM!\nSo now I'm lampin in my man's Land\nStreets is hot like sand\nJesus rollin in my right hand\nYup, you know the steezo black\nGot to go down like that\nShallah\nCigars\nAND BALL HATS\n\nNinety-four, takin niggaz to war, yo, yo\n\nWhat do you believe in? Heaven or hell?\nYou don't beleive in heaven cause we're livin in hell\n(Repeat 2X)\nSo it's your life\n*We're livin in hell, we're livin in hellllllll*\nWhat a chamber, fuckin with mad strangers\nYeah, you know how it runs baby, straight up yo\nMoney clothes, designer hoes and shows y'all\nThat's how it goes\nWhatever\n\nWhat do you believe in? Heaven or hell?\nYou don't believe in heaven cause we're livin in hell\n31st chamber y'all\nSo it's your life\n\n(What do you believe in? Heaven or hell?)\nNiggaz ain't even know Son, only half is sewed cash\n(You don't believe in heaven cause we're livin in hell)\nThey haven't yet sold their weight\n(What do you believe in? 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You my life charm, word up\nFor real\nKeep shinin\nReal for keepin it real, shout out to major niggaz\nBig Kawai, Jess, Hell in the computer system\nThe RZA, who slams fat discs for the ninety-four\nWord up, RZA, he's my nigga baby\nYeah, eatin dinner with the big boys now\nYaknowhatI'msayin?\nWord up, Big Booth represent the Q\nKnowhowedo, lamp, get that power-u, type, things on float\nGZA, word up, Master Killer\nThe don of the Clan, Method Man, Inspector Deck\nDirty Bastard\nU-God, word up baby\nKeep it real Son\nKeep packin them guns\nWord up","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.19] Raekwon, Ghostface\n[00:08.07] Yo what what, yo\n[00:08.95] Exotic type shit\n[00:09.84] Ninety-four, we must go to war fast\n[00:11.71] With the pen and the pad\n[00:14.45] God damn, shine like gold rims on Pathfinders\n[00:18.90] Wu-Tang reclines, lamps, for the nine-squares kid\n[00:25.28] Money clothes designer hoes and shows y'all\n[00:28.86] Yo, yo, wakin up about ten kid\n[00:32.48] Jumpin in the shower, peace about to make\n[00:34.24] Moves and slide like greese\n[00:36.08] What? 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I'm all about Tecs and checks and nuff respect you front\n  I'm slammin you like the Lex\n  So now I'm out in the ninety-five\n  Rockin that real nigga don't die\n  Guess down\n  Drawers Kani!\n  But yo I'm makin a pit stop\n  Go and buy a box of glocks, til he rolled up and yo\n  Whattup Hobbes?\n  Yo, remember that kid that we vicked\n  He made a half of mil for real\n  He brought about fo' bricks\n  Yo, so now we connect doors, meet me at the airport\n  TELL GOLDEN ARMS MAINTAIN THE FORT\n  Get in touch with that West coast Cali crab you stabbed\n  And meet me at the bitch lab\n  So word up kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shit\n  Couldn't even rest, I need the vic\n  And when I slept, I dream G's, Son I need some\n  Keys roll self, call up Son\n  I heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit\n  A fake nigga faked and they killed his click\n  Gimme a minute and I'm with it\n  Yo niggaz done did it\n  Rock your vest\n  Keep your whip tinted\n  So now we see him up in BoJangles\n  Stranglin a forty ounce, with ten G's worth of gold bangles\n  Diamonds, what, all up in his face\n  With his man's mace, medallions the size of dinner plates\n  Yo, he knew we knew him so we blew him\n  Took thirty G's worth of jewels of that nigga\n  DO HIM!\n  So now I'm lampin in my man's Land\n  Streets is hot like sand\n  Jesus rollin in my right hand\n  Yup, you know the steezo black\n  Got to go down like that\n  Shallah\n  Cigars\n  AND BALL HATS\n\n  Ninety-four, takin niggaz to war, yo, yo\n\n  What do you believe in? 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You my life charm, word up\n  For real\n  Keep shinin\n  Real for keepin it real, shout out to major niggaz\n  Big Kawai, Jess, Hell in the computer system\n  The RZA, who slams fat discs for the ninety-four\n  Word up, RZA, he's my nigga baby\n  Yeah, eatin dinner with the big boys now\n  YaknowhatI'msayin?\n  Word up, Big Booth represent the Q\n  Knowhowedo, lamp, get that power-u, type, things on float\n  GZA, word up, Master Killer\n  The don of the Clan, Method Man, Inspector Deck\n  Dirty Bastard\n  U-God, word up baby\n  Keep it real Son\n  Keep packin them guns\n  Word up\n"},{"id":10493582,"name":"Heaven & Hell (instrumental)","trackName":"Heaven & Hell (instrumental)","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Heaven & Hell","duration":297.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This that gravedigger shit (No one can fuck with the Wu-Tang)\nYo (What? What?), yo\nExotic type shit\nNinety-four\nWe must go to war fast\nWith the pen and the pad\nGoddamn\nShine like gold rims on Pathfinders\nWu-Tang reclines, lamps\nFor the nine-squares, kid\n(Money, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all)\nCheck it, yo, yo\n\nWaking up about ten, kid\nJumping in the shower, peace, about to make moves and slide like grease\nWhat? I'm all about TECs and checks with 'nough respect\nYou front, I'm slamming you like the Lex\nSo now I'm out in the ninety-five\nRocking that \"Real Niggas Don't Die\"\nGuess down, drawers Kani\nBut, yo, I'm making a pitstop\nGo and buy a box of Glocks\nIt equaled up, pay up, what up, 'Ak?\nYo, remember that kid that we vicked?\nHe made a half of mil' for real\nWe brought about four bricks\nYo, so now we connect thoughts\nMeet me at the airport\nTell Golden Arms maintain the fort\nGet in touch with that West Coast Cali crab you stabbed\nAnd meet me at the bitch lab\nSo word up, kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shit\nCouldn't even rest, I need the vic'\nAnd when I slept, I dream G's, son, I need some\nKeys won't sell, call up son\nI heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit\nA fake nigga faked and they killed his clique\nGive me a minute and I'm winnin'\nYo, niggas done did it\nRock your vest, keep your whip tinted\nSo now we see him up in Bojangles strangling a forty ounce\nWith ten G's worth of gold bangles\nDiamonds, what? All up in his face\nWith his man's mace\nMedallions the size of dinner plates, yo\nHe knew we knew him so we blew him\nTook thirty G's worth of jewels off that nigga, do him\nSo now I'm lamping in my man's land\nStreets is hot like sand\nG's is rolling in my right hand\nYup, you know the steezo black\nLot'll go down like that\nShallah, cigars and mob hats\nNinety-four, takin' niggas to war, yo, yo\n\nWhat do you believe in, heaven or hell?\nYou don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell\nWhat do you believe in, boy, heaven or hell?\nYou don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell\n\nSo it's your life\nWhat a chamber\nFucking with the mad strangers\nYeah, you know how it runs, baby, straight up, yo\nMoney, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all\nThat's how it goes, whatever\nWhat do you believe in, heaven or hell?\nYou don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell (31st chamber, y'all)\nSo it's your life\n\nWhat do you believe in? Heaven or hell? 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You my life charm, word up\nFor real (Keep shinin')\nFor real, keepin' it real, you know\nShout out to major niggas\nBig Kawai, Jess, Hell on the computer system\nThe RZA who slams fat discs for the ninety-four\nWord up, RZA\nThat's my nigga, baby, yeah\nEatin' dinner with the big boys now, you know what I'm saying? (Word up)\nBig Booth represent the Q\nYou know how we do\nNow get that power-U type gangster on, you know?\nThe GZA, word up Masta Killa\nThe Abbot of the Clan\nMethod Man, Inspectah Deck\nDirty Bastard\nU-God, word up, baby\nKeep it real, son\nKeep packin' them guns\nWord up","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Heaven & Hell (instrumental)\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Heaven & Hell\n  duration_ms: 297000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This that gravedigger shit (No one can fuck with the Wu-Tang)\n  Yo (What? What?), yo\n  Exotic type shit\n  Ninety-four\n  We must go to war fast\n  With the pen and the pad\n  Goddamn\n  Shine like gold rims on Pathfinders\n  Wu-Tang reclines, lamps\n  For the nine-squares, kid\n  (Money, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all)\n  Check it, yo, yo\n\n  Waking up about ten, kid\n  Jumping in the shower, peace, about to make moves and slide like grease\n  What? 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All up in his face\n  With his man's mace\n  Medallions the size of dinner plates, yo\n  He knew we knew him so we blew him\n  Took thirty G's worth of jewels off that nigga, do him\n  So now I'm lamping in my man's land\n  Streets is hot like sand\n  G's is rolling in my right hand\n  Yup, you know the steezo black\n  Lot'll go down like that\n  Shallah, cigars and mob hats\n  Ninety-four, takin' niggas to war, yo, yo\n\n  What do you believe in, heaven or hell?\n  You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell\n  What do you believe in, boy, heaven or hell?\n  You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell\n\n  So it's your life\n  What a chamber\n  Fucking with the mad strangers\n  Yeah, you know how it runs, baby, straight up, yo\n  Money, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all\n  That's how it goes, whatever\n  What do you believe in, heaven or hell?\n  You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell (31st chamber, y'all)\n  So it's your life\n\n  What do you believe in? Heaven or hell? (Niggas ain't even know, son)\n  You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're livin' in hell (Sold their weight)\n  What do you believe in, heaven or hell? (No question, word up)\n  You don't believe in-(This shit is real, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n\n  Word up, niggas think it's all about a hundred-dollar velour\n  A little hundred dollars and that make you a man, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  You ain't promised tomorrow, son, word up\n  Niggas don't understand how life can be so short\n  Come so fast\n  Within the blinkin' of eye\n  Blinkin' of eye, you're gone, baby, straight up\n  You know what I'm sayin'?\n  Get turned to dust\n  Return to the casket\n  And that ass is out, son, word up\n  Word up, get evaporated, straight up (Word up)\n  Lose all your strength, nigga\n  Crazy dedication shoutout in the memory of Two Cent Jason\n  Heartbroken\n  We soakin' wet, though\n  Keepin' it real for my peoples\n  Yeah, yo\n  And my physical brother DeVon\n  You're still in here, baby\n  Because you're in my arms, nigga, word up\n  I never let you go, baby\n  Know what I'm saying? You my life charm, word up\n  For real (Keep shinin')\n  For real, keepin' it real, you know\n  Shout out to major niggas\n  Big Kawai, Jess, Hell on the computer system\n  The RZA who slams fat discs for the ninety-four\n  Word up, RZA\n  That's my nigga, baby, yeah\n  Eatin' dinner with the big boys now, you know what I'm saying? (Word up)\n  Big Booth represent the Q\n  You know how we do\n  Now get that power-U type gangster on, you know?\n  The GZA, word up Masta Killa\n  The Abbot of the Clan\n  Method Man, Inspectah Deck\n  Dirty Bastard\n  U-God, word up, baby\n  Keep it real, son\n  Keep packin' them guns\n  Word up\n"},{"id":21754404,"name":"Heaven & Hell (album version)","trackName":"Heaven & Hell (album version)","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Heaven & Hell","duration":300.338917,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This that gravedigger shit (No one can fuck with the Wu-Tang)\nYo (What? What?), yo\nExotic type shit\nNinety-four\nWe must go to war fast\nWith the pen and the pad\nGoddamn\nShine like gold rims on Pathfinders\nWu-Tang reclines, lamps\nFor the nine-squares, kid\n(Money, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all)\nCheck it, yo, yo\n\nWaking up about ten, kid\nJumping in the shower, peace, about to make moves and slide like grease\nWhat? I'm all about TECs and checks with 'nough respect\nYou front, I'm slamming you like the Lex\nSo now I'm out in the ninety-five\nRocking that \"Real Niggas Don't Die\"\nGuess down, drawers Kani\nBut, yo, I'm making a pitstop\nGo and buy a box of Glocks\nIt equaled up, pay up, what up, 'Ak?\nYo, remember that kid that we vicked?\nHe made a half of mil' for real\nWe brought about four bricks\nYo, so now we connect thoughts\nMeet me at the airport\nTell Golden Arms maintain the fort\nGet in touch with that West Coast Cali crab you stabbed\nAnd meet me at the bitch lab\nSo word up, kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shit\nCouldn't even rest, I need the vic'\nAnd when I slept, I dream G's, son, I need some\nKeys won't sell, call up son\nI heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit\nA fake nigga faked and they killed his clique\nGive me a minute and I'm winnin'\nYo, niggas done did it\nRock your vest, keep your whip tinted\nSo now we see him up in Bojangles strangling a forty ounce\nWith ten G's worth of gold bangles\nDiamonds, what? All up in his face\nWith his man's mace\nMedallions the size of dinner plates, yo\nHe knew we knew him so we blew him\nTook thirty G's worth of jewels off that nigga, do him\nSo now I'm lamping in my man's land\nStreets is hot like sand\nG's is rolling in my right hand\nYup, you know the steezo black\nLot'll go down like that\nShallah, cigars and mob hats\nNinety-four, takin' niggas to war, yo, yo\n\nWhat do you believe in, heaven or hell?\nYou don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell\nWhat do you believe in, boy, heaven or hell?\nYou don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell\n\nSo it's your life\nWhat a chamber\nFucking with the mad strangers\nYeah, you know how it runs, baby, straight up, yo\nMoney, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all\nThat's how it goes, whatever\nWhat do you believe in, heaven or hell?\nYou don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell (31st chamber, y'all)\nSo it's your life\n\nWhat do you believe in? Heaven or hell? (Niggas ain't even know, son)\nYou don't believe in heaven 'cause we're livin' in hell (Sold their weight)\nWhat do you believe in, heaven or hell? (No question, word up)\nYou don't believe in-(This shit is real, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n\nWord up, niggas think it's all about a hundred-dollar velour\nA little hundred dollars and that make you a man, you know what I'm sayin'?\nYou ain't promised tomorrow, son, word up\nNiggas don't understand how life can be so short\nCome so fast\nWithin the blinkin' of eye\nBlinkin' of eye, you're gone, baby, straight up\nYou know what I'm sayin'?\nGet turned to dust\nReturn to the casket\nAnd that ass is out, son, word up\nWord up, get evaporated, straight up (Word up)\nLose all your strength, nigga\nCrazy dedication shoutout in the memory of Two Cent Jason\nHeartbroken\nWe soakin' wet, though\nKeepin' it real for my peoples\nYeah, yo\nAnd my physical brother DeVon\nYou're still in here, baby\nBecause you're in my arms, nigga, word up\nI never let you go, baby\nKnow what I'm saying? You my life charm, word up\nFor real (Keep shinin')\nFor real, keepin' it real, you know\nShout out to major niggas\nBig Kawai, Jess, Hell on the computer system\nThe RZA who slams fat discs for the ninety-four\nWord up, RZA\nThat's my nigga, baby, yeah\nEatin' dinner with the big boys now, you know what I'm saying? (Word up)\nBig Booth represent the Q\nYou know how we do\nNow get that power-U type gangster on, you know?\nThe GZA, word up Masta Killa\nThe Abbot of the Clan\nMethod Man, Inspectah Deck\nDirty Bastard\nU-God, word up, baby\nKeep it real, son\nKeep packin' them guns\nWord up","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Heaven & Hell (album version)\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Heaven & Hell\n  duration_ms: 300339\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This that gravedigger shit (No one can fuck with the Wu-Tang)\n  Yo (What? What?), yo\n  Exotic type shit\n  Ninety-four\n  We must go to war fast\n  With the pen and the pad\n  Goddamn\n  Shine like gold rims on Pathfinders\n  Wu-Tang reclines, lamps\n  For the nine-squares, kid\n  (Money, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all)\n  Check it, yo, yo\n\n  Waking up about ten, kid\n  Jumping in the shower, peace, about to make moves and slide like grease\n  What? I'm all about TECs and checks with 'nough respect\n  You front, I'm slamming you like the Lex\n  So now I'm out in the ninety-five\n  Rocking that \"Real Niggas Don't Die\"\n  Guess down, drawers Kani\n  But, yo, I'm making a pitstop\n  Go and buy a box of Glocks\n  It equaled up, pay up, what up, 'Ak?\n  Yo, remember that kid that we vicked?\n  He made a half of mil' for real\n  We brought about four bricks\n  Yo, so now we connect thoughts\n  Meet me at the airport\n  Tell Golden Arms maintain the fort\n  Get in touch with that West Coast Cali crab you stabbed\n  And meet me at the bitch lab\n  So word up, kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shit\n  Couldn't even rest, I need the vic'\n  And when I slept, I dream G's, son, I need some\n  Keys won't sell, call up son\n  I heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit\n  A fake nigga faked and they killed his clique\n  Give me a minute and I'm winnin'\n  Yo, niggas done did it\n  Rock your vest, keep your whip tinted\n  So now we see him up in Bojangles strangling a forty ounce\n  With ten G's worth of gold bangles\n  Diamonds, what? All up in his face\n  With his man's mace\n  Medallions the size of dinner plates, yo\n  He knew we knew him so we blew him\n  Took thirty G's worth of jewels off that nigga, do him\n  So now I'm lamping in my man's land\n  Streets is hot like sand\n  G's is rolling in my right hand\n  Yup, you know the steezo black\n  Lot'll go down like that\n  Shallah, cigars and mob hats\n  Ninety-four, takin' niggas to war, yo, yo\n\n  What do you believe in, heaven or hell?\n  You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell\n  What do you believe in, boy, heaven or hell?\n  You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell\n\n  So it's your life\n  What a chamber\n  Fucking with the mad strangers\n  Yeah, you know how it runs, baby, straight up, yo\n  Money, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all\n  That's how it goes, whatever\n  What do you believe in, heaven or hell?\n  You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell (31st chamber, y'all)\n  So it's your life\n\n  What do you believe in? Heaven or hell? (Niggas ain't even know, son)\n  You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're livin' in hell (Sold their weight)\n  What do you believe in, heaven or hell? (No question, word up)\n  You don't believe in-(This shit is real, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n\n  Word up, niggas think it's all about a hundred-dollar velour\n  A little hundred dollars and that make you a man, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  You ain't promised tomorrow, son, word up\n  Niggas don't understand how life can be so short\n  Come so fast\n  Within the blinkin' of eye\n  Blinkin' of eye, you're gone, baby, straight up\n  You know what I'm sayin'?\n  Get turned to dust\n  Return to the casket\n  And that ass is out, son, word up\n  Word up, get evaporated, straight up (Word up)\n  Lose all your strength, nigga\n  Crazy dedication shoutout in the memory of Two Cent Jason\n  Heartbroken\n  We soakin' wet, though\n  Keepin' it real for my peoples\n  Yeah, yo\n  And my physical brother DeVon\n  You're still in here, baby\n  Because you're in my arms, nigga, word up\n  I never let you go, baby\n  Know what I'm saying? You my life charm, word up\n  For real (Keep shinin')\n  For real, keepin' it real, you know\n  Shout out to major niggas\n  Big Kawai, Jess, Hell on the computer system\n  The RZA who slams fat discs for the ninety-four\n  Word up, RZA\n  That's my nigga, baby, yeah\n  Eatin' dinner with the big boys now, you know what I'm saying? (Word up)\n  Big Booth represent the Q\n  You know how we do\n  Now get that power-U type gangster on, you know?\n  The GZA, word up Masta Killa\n  The Abbot of the Clan\n  Method Man, Inspectah Deck\n  Dirty Bastard\n  U-God, word up, baby\n  Keep it real, son\n  Keep packin' them guns\n  Word up\n"},{"id":11271310,"name":"Heaven & Hell","trackName":"Heaven & Hell","artistName":"Raekwon feat. Ghostface Killah","albumName":"Heaven & Hell","duration":297.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This that gravedigger shit (No one can fuck with the Wu-Tang)\nYo (What? What?), yo\nExotic type shit\nNinety-four\nWe must go to war fast\nWith the pen and the pad\nGoddamn\nShine like gold rims on Pathfinders\nWu-Tang reclines, lamps\nFor the nine-squares, kid\n(Money, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all)\nCheck it, yo, yo\n\nWaking up about ten, kid\nJumping in the shower, peace, about to make moves and slide like grease\nWhat? I'm all about TECs and checks with 'nough respect\nYou front, I'm slamming you like the Lex\nSo now I'm out in the ninety-five\nRocking that \"Real Niggas Don't Die\"\nGuess down, drawers Kani\nBut, yo, I'm making a pitstop\nGo and buy a box of Glocks\nIt equaled up, pay up, what up, 'Ak?\nYo, remember that kid that we vicked?\nHe made a half of mil' for real\nWe brought about four bricks\nYo, so now we connect thoughts\nMeet me at the airport\nTell Golden Arms maintain the fort\nGet in touch with that West Coast Cali crab you stabbed\nAnd meet me at the bitch lab\nSo word up, kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shit\nCouldn't even rest, I need the vic'\nAnd when I slept, I dream G's, son, I need some\nKeys won't sell, call up son\nI heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit\nA fake nigga faked and they killed his clique\nGive me a minute and I'm winnin'\nYo, niggas done did it\nRock your vest, keep your whip tinted\nSo now we see him up in Bojangles strangling a forty ounce\nWith ten G's worth of gold bangles\nDiamonds, what? All up in his face\nWith his man's mace\nMedallions the size of dinner plates, yo\nHe knew we knew him so we blew him\nTook thirty G's worth of jewels off that nigga, do him\nSo now I'm lamping in my man's land\nStreets is hot like sand\nG's is rolling in my right hand\nYup, you know the steezo black\nLot'll go down like that\nShallah, cigars and mob hats\nNinety-four, takin' niggas to war, yo, yo\n\nWhat do you believe in, heaven or hell?\nYou don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell\nWhat do you believe in, boy, heaven or hell?\nYou don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell\n\nSo it's your life\nWhat a chamber\nFucking with the mad strangers\nYeah, you know how it runs, baby, straight up, yo\nMoney, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all\nThat's how it goes, whatever\nWhat do you believe in, heaven or hell?\nYou don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell (31st chamber, y'all)\nSo it's your life\n\nWhat do you believe in? Heaven or hell? (Niggas ain't even know, son)\nYou don't believe in heaven 'cause we're livin' in hell (Sold their weight)\nWhat do you believe in, heaven or hell? (No question, word up)\nYou don't believe in-(This shit is real, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n\nWord up, niggas think it's all about a hundred-dollar velour\nA little hundred dollars and that make you a man, you know what I'm sayin'?\nYou ain't promised tomorrow, son, word up\nNiggas don't understand how life can be so short\nCome so fast\nWithin the blinkin' of eye\nBlinkin' of eye, you're gone, baby, straight up\nYou know what I'm sayin'?\nGet turned to dust\nReturn to the casket\nAnd that ass is out, son, word up\nWord up, get evaporated, straight up (Word up)\nLose all your strength, nigga\nCrazy dedication shoutout in the memory of Two Cent Jason\nHeartbroken\nWe soakin' wet, though\nKeepin' it real for my peoples\nYeah, yo\nAnd my physical brother DeVon\nYou're still in here, baby\nBecause you're in my arms, nigga, word up\nI never let you go, baby\nKnow what I'm saying? You my life charm, word up\nFor real (Keep shinin')\nFor real, keepin' it real, you know\nShout out to major niggas\nBig Kawai, Jess, Hell on the computer system\nThe RZA who slams fat discs for the ninety-four\nWord up, RZA\nThat's my nigga, baby, yeah\nEatin' dinner with the big boys now, you know what I'm saying? (Word up)\nBig Booth represent the Q\nYou know how we do\nNow get that power-U type gangster on, you know?\nThe GZA, word up Masta Killa\nThe Abbot of the Clan\nMethod Man, Inspectah Deck\nDirty Bastard\nU-God, word up, baby\nKeep it real, son\nKeep packin' them guns\nWord up","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Heaven & Hell\n  artist: Raekwon feat. Ghostface Killah\n  album: Heaven & Hell\n  duration_ms: 297000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This that gravedigger shit (No one can fuck with the Wu-Tang)\n  Yo (What? What?), yo\n  Exotic type shit\n  Ninety-four\n  We must go to war fast\n  With the pen and the pad\n  Goddamn\n  Shine like gold rims on Pathfinders\n  Wu-Tang reclines, lamps\n  For the nine-squares, kid\n  (Money, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all)\n  Check it, yo, yo\n\n  Waking up about ten, kid\n  Jumping in the shower, peace, about to make moves and slide like grease\n  What? I'm all about TECs and checks with 'nough respect\n  You front, I'm slamming you like the Lex\n  So now I'm out in the ninety-five\n  Rocking that \"Real Niggas Don't Die\"\n  Guess down, drawers Kani\n  But, yo, I'm making a pitstop\n  Go and buy a box of Glocks\n  It equaled up, pay up, what up, 'Ak?\n  Yo, remember that kid that we vicked?\n  He made a half of mil' for real\n  We brought about four bricks\n  Yo, so now we connect thoughts\n  Meet me at the airport\n  Tell Golden Arms maintain the fort\n  Get in touch with that West Coast Cali crab you stabbed\n  And meet me at the bitch lab\n  So word up, kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shit\n  Couldn't even rest, I need the vic'\n  And when I slept, I dream G's, son, I need some\n  Keys won't sell, call up son\n  I heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit\n  A fake nigga faked and they killed his clique\n  Give me a minute and I'm winnin'\n  Yo, niggas done did it\n  Rock your vest, keep your whip tinted\n  So now we see him up in Bojangles strangling a forty ounce\n  With ten G's worth of gold bangles\n  Diamonds, what? All up in his face\n  With his man's mace\n  Medallions the size of dinner plates, yo\n  He knew we knew him so we blew him\n  Took thirty G's worth of jewels off that nigga, do him\n  So now I'm lamping in my man's land\n  Streets is hot like sand\n  G's is rolling in my right hand\n  Yup, you know the steezo black\n  Lot'll go down like that\n  Shallah, cigars and mob hats\n  Ninety-four, takin' niggas to war, yo, yo\n\n  What do you believe in, heaven or hell?\n  You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell\n  What do you believe in, boy, heaven or hell?\n  You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell\n\n  So it's your life\n  What a chamber\n  Fucking with the mad strangers\n  Yeah, you know how it runs, baby, straight up, yo\n  Money, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all\n  That's how it goes, whatever\n  What do you believe in, heaven or hell?\n  You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell (31st chamber, y'all)\n  So it's your life\n\n  What do you believe in? Heaven or hell? (Niggas ain't even know, son)\n  You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're livin' in hell (Sold their weight)\n  What do you believe in, heaven or hell? (No question, word up)\n  You don't believe in-(This shit is real, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n\n  Word up, niggas think it's all about a hundred-dollar velour\n  A little hundred dollars and that make you a man, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  You ain't promised tomorrow, son, word up\n  Niggas don't understand how life can be so short\n  Come so fast\n  Within the blinkin' of eye\n  Blinkin' of eye, you're gone, baby, straight up\n  You know what I'm sayin'?\n  Get turned to dust\n  Return to the casket\n  And that ass is out, son, word up\n  Word up, get evaporated, straight up (Word up)\n  Lose all your strength, nigga\n  Crazy dedication shoutout in the memory of Two Cent Jason\n  Heartbroken\n  We soakin' wet, though\n  Keepin' it real for my peoples\n  Yeah, yo\n  And my physical brother DeVon\n  You're still in here, baby\n  Because you're in my arms, nigga, word up\n  I never let you go, baby\n  Know what I'm saying? You my life charm, word up\n  For real (Keep shinin')\n  For real, keepin' it real, you know\n  Shout out to major niggas\n  Big Kawai, Jess, Hell on the computer system\n  The RZA who slams fat discs for the ninety-four\n  Word up, RZA\n  That's my nigga, baby, yeah\n  Eatin' dinner with the big boys now, you know what I'm saying? (Word up)\n  Big Booth represent the Q\n  You know how we do\n  Now get that power-U type gangster on, you know?\n  The GZA, word up Masta Killa\n  The Abbot of the Clan\n  Method Man, Inspectah Deck\n  Dirty Bastard\n  U-God, word up, baby\n  Keep it real, son\n  Keep packin' them guns\n  Word up\n"},{"id":9369242,"name":"Heaven & Hell (instrumental) (feat. Ghostface Killah)","trackName":"Heaven & Hell (instrumental) (feat. Ghostface Killah)","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Heaven & Hell","duration":297.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This that gravedigger shit (No one can fuck with the Wu-Tang)\nYo (What? What?), yo\nExotic type shit\nNinety-four\nWe must go to war fast\nWith the pen and the pad\nGoddamn\nShine like gold rims on Pathfinders\nWu-Tang reclines, lamps\nFor the nine-squares, kid\n(Money, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all)\nCheck it, yo, yo\n\nWaking up about ten, kid\nJumping in the shower, peace, about to make moves and slide like grease\nWhat? I'm all about TECs and checks with 'nough respect\nYou front, I'm slamming you like the Lex\nSo now I'm out in the ninety-five\nRocking that \"Real Niggas Don't Die\"\nGuess down, drawers Kani\nBut, yo, I'm making a pitstop\nGo and buy a box of Glocks\nIt equaled up, pay up, what up, 'Ak?\nYo, remember that kid that we vicked?\nHe made a half of mil' for real\nWe brought about four bricks\nYo, so now we connect thoughts\nMeet me at the airport\nTell Golden Arms maintain the fort\nGet in touch with that West Coast Cali crab you stabbed\nAnd meet me at the bitch lab\nSo word up, kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shit\nCouldn't even rest, I need the vic'\nAnd when I slept, I dream G's, son, I need some\nKeys won't sell, call up son\nI heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit\nA fake nigga faked and they killed his clique\nGive me a minute and I'm winnin'\nYo, niggas done did it\nRock your vest, keep your whip tinted\nSo now we see him up in Bojangles strangling a forty ounce\nWith ten G's worth of gold bangles\nDiamonds, what? All up in his face\nWith his man's mace\nMedallions the size of dinner plates, yo\nHe knew we knew him so we blew him\nTook thirty G's worth of jewels off that nigga, do him\nSo now I'm lamping in my man's land\nStreets is hot like sand\nG's is rolling in my right hand\nYup, you know the steezo black\nLot'll go down like that\nShallah, cigars and mob hats\nNinety-four, takin' niggas to war, yo, yo\n\nWhat do you believe in, heaven or hell?\nYou don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell\nWhat do you believe in, boy, heaven or hell?\nYou don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell\n\nSo it's your life\nWhat a chamber\nFucking with the mad strangers\nYeah, you know how it runs, baby, straight up, yo\nMoney, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all\nThat's how it goes, whatever\nWhat do you believe in, heaven or hell?\nYou don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell (31st chamber, y'all)\nSo it's your life\n\nWhat do you believe in? Heaven or hell? (Niggas ain't even know, son)\nYou don't believe in heaven 'cause we're livin' in hell (Sold their weight)\nWhat do you believe in, heaven or hell? (No question, word up)\nYou don't believe in-(This shit is real, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n\nWord up, niggas think it's all about a hundred-dollar velour\nA little hundred dollars and that make you a man, you know what I'm sayin'?\nYou ain't promised tomorrow, son, word up\nNiggas don't understand how life can be so short\nCome so fast\nWithin the blinkin' of eye\nBlinkin' of eye, you're gone, baby, straight up\nYou know what I'm sayin'?\nGet turned to dust\nReturn to the casket\nAnd that ass is out, son, word up\nWord up, get evaporated, straight up (Word up)\nLose all your strength, nigga\nCrazy dedication shoutout in the memory of Two Cent Jason\nHeartbroken\nWe soakin' wet, though\nKeepin' it real for my peoples\nYeah, yo\nAnd my physical brother DeVon\nYou're still in here, baby\nBecause you're in my arms, nigga, word up\nI never let you go, baby\nKnow what I'm saying? You my life charm, word up\nFor real (Keep shinin')\nFor real, keepin' it real, you know\nShout out to major niggas\nBig Kawai, Jess, Hell on the computer system\nThe RZA who slams fat discs for the ninety-four\nWord up, RZA\nThat's my nigga, baby, yeah\nEatin' dinner with the big boys now, you know what I'm saying? (Word up)\nBig Booth represent the Q\nYou know how we do\nNow get that power-U type gangster on, you know?\nThe GZA, word up Masta Killa\nThe Abbot of the Clan\nMethod Man, Inspectah Deck\nDirty Bastard\nU-God, word up, baby\nKeep it real, son\nKeep packin' them guns\nWord up","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Heaven & Hell (instrumental) (feat. Ghostface Killah)\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Heaven & Hell\n  duration_ms: 297000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This that gravedigger shit (No one can fuck with the Wu-Tang)\n  Yo (What? What?), yo\n  Exotic type shit\n  Ninety-four\n  We must go to war fast\n  With the pen and the pad\n  Goddamn\n  Shine like gold rims on Pathfinders\n  Wu-Tang reclines, lamps\n  For the nine-squares, kid\n  (Money, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all)\n  Check it, yo, yo\n\n  Waking up about ten, kid\n  Jumping in the shower, peace, about to make moves and slide like grease\n  What? I'm all about TECs and checks with 'nough respect\n  You front, I'm slamming you like the Lex\n  So now I'm out in the ninety-five\n  Rocking that \"Real Niggas Don't Die\"\n  Guess down, drawers Kani\n  But, yo, I'm making a pitstop\n  Go and buy a box of Glocks\n  It equaled up, pay up, what up, 'Ak?\n  Yo, remember that kid that we vicked?\n  He made a half of mil' for real\n  We brought about four bricks\n  Yo, so now we connect thoughts\n  Meet me at the airport\n  Tell Golden Arms maintain the fort\n  Get in touch with that West Coast Cali crab you stabbed\n  And meet me at the bitch lab\n  So word up, kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shit\n  Couldn't even rest, I need the vic'\n  And when I slept, I dream G's, son, I need some\n  Keys won't sell, call up son\n  I heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit\n  A fake nigga faked and they killed his clique\n  Give me a minute and I'm winnin'\n  Yo, niggas done did it\n  Rock your vest, keep your whip tinted\n  So now we see him up in Bojangles strangling a forty ounce\n  With ten G's worth of gold bangles\n  Diamonds, what? All up in his face\n  With his man's mace\n  Medallions the size of dinner plates, yo\n  He knew we knew him so we blew him\n  Took thirty G's worth of jewels off that nigga, do him\n  So now I'm lamping in my man's land\n  Streets is hot like sand\n  G's is rolling in my right hand\n  Yup, you know the steezo black\n  Lot'll go down like that\n  Shallah, cigars and mob hats\n  Ninety-four, takin' niggas to war, yo, yo\n\n  What do you believe in, heaven or hell?\n  You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell\n  What do you believe in, boy, heaven or hell?\n  You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell\n\n  So it's your life\n  What a chamber\n  Fucking with the mad strangers\n  Yeah, you know how it runs, baby, straight up, yo\n  Money, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all\n  That's how it goes, whatever\n  What do you believe in, heaven or hell?\n  You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell (31st chamber, y'all)\n  So it's your life\n\n  What do you believe in? Heaven or hell? (Niggas ain't even know, son)\n  You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're livin' in hell (Sold their weight)\n  What do you believe in, heaven or hell? (No question, word up)\n  You don't believe in-(This shit is real, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n\n  Word up, niggas think it's all about a hundred-dollar velour\n  A little hundred dollars and that make you a man, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  You ain't promised tomorrow, son, word up\n  Niggas don't understand how life can be so short\n  Come so fast\n  Within the blinkin' of eye\n  Blinkin' of eye, you're gone, baby, straight up\n  You know what I'm sayin'?\n  Get turned to dust\n  Return to the casket\n  And that ass is out, son, word up\n  Word up, get evaporated, straight up (Word up)\n  Lose all your strength, nigga\n  Crazy dedication shoutout in the memory of Two Cent Jason\n  Heartbroken\n  We soakin' wet, though\n  Keepin' it real for my peoples\n  Yeah, yo\n  And my physical brother DeVon\n  You're still in here, baby\n  Because you're in my arms, nigga, word up\n  I never let you go, baby\n  Know what I'm saying? You my life charm, word up\n  For real (Keep shinin')\n  For real, keepin' it real, you know\n  Shout out to major niggas\n  Big Kawai, Jess, Hell on the computer system\n  The RZA who slams fat discs for the ninety-four\n  Word up, RZA\n  That's my nigga, baby, yeah\n  Eatin' dinner with the big boys now, you know what I'm saying? (Word up)\n  Big Booth represent the Q\n  You know how we do\n  Now get that power-U type gangster on, you know?\n  The GZA, word up Masta Killa\n  The Abbot of the Clan\n  Method Man, Inspectah Deck\n  Dirty Bastard\n  U-God, word up, baby\n  Keep it real, son\n  Keep packin' them guns\n  Word up\n"},{"id":19562866,"name":"17-Heaven & Hell","trackName":"17-Heaven & Hell","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Raekwon_Only Built 4 Cuban Linx","duration":296.5735,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This that gravedigger shit (No one can fuck with the Wu-Tang)\nYo (What? What?), yo\nExotic type shit\nNinety-four\nWe must go to war fast\nWith the pen and the pad\nGoddamn\nShine like gold rims on Pathfinders\nWu-Tang reclines, lamps\nFor the nine-squares, kid\n(Money, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all)\nCheck it, yo, yo\n\nWaking up about ten, kid\nJumping in the shower, peace, about to make moves and slide like grease\nWhat? I'm all about TECs and checks with 'nough respect\nYou front, I'm slamming you like the Lex\nSo now I'm out in the ninety-five\nRocking that \"Real Niggas Don't Die\"\nGuess down, drawers Kani\nBut, yo, I'm making a pitstop\nGo and buy a box of Glocks\nIt equaled up, pay up, what up, 'Ak?\nYo, remember that kid that we vicked?\nHe made a half of mil' for real\nWe brought about four bricks\nYo, so now we connect thoughts\nMeet me at the airport\nTell Golden Arms maintain the fort\nGet in touch with that West Coast Cali crab you stabbed\nAnd meet me at the bitch lab\nSo word up, kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shit\nCouldn't even rest, I need the vic'\nAnd when I slept, I dream G's, son, I need some\nKeys won't sell, call up son\nI heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit\nA fake nigga faked and they killed his clique\nGive me a minute and I'm winnin'\nYo, niggas done did it\nRock your vest, keep your whip tinted\nSo now we see him up in Bojangles strangling a forty ounce\nWith ten G's worth of gold bangles\nDiamonds, what? All up in his face\nWith his man's mace\nMedallions the size of dinner plates, yo\nHe knew we knew him so we blew him\nTook thirty G's worth of jewels off that nigga, do him\nSo now I'm lamping in my man's land\nStreets is hot like sand\nG's is rolling in my right hand\nYup, you know the steezo black\nLot'll go down like that\nShallah, cigars and mob hats\nNinety-four, takin' niggas to war, yo, yo\n\nWhat do you believe in, heaven or hell?\nYou don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell\nWhat do you believe in, boy, heaven or hell?\nYou don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell\n\nSo it's your life\nWhat a chamber\nFucking with the mad strangers\nYeah, you know how it runs, baby, straight up, yo\nMoney, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all\nThat's how it goes, whatever\nWhat do you believe in, heaven or hell?\nYou don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell (31st chamber, y'all)\nSo it's your life\n\nWhat do you believe in? Heaven or hell? (Niggas ain't even know, son)\nYou don't believe in heaven 'cause we're livin' in hell (Sold their weight)\nWhat do you believe in, heaven or hell? (No question, word up)\nYou don't believe in-(This shit is real, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n\nWord up, niggas think it's all about a hundred-dollar velour\nA little hundred dollars and that make you a man, you know what I'm sayin'?\nYou ain't promised tomorrow, son, word up\nNiggas don't understand how life can be so short\nCome so fast\nWithin the blinkin' of eye\nBlinkin' of eye, you're gone, baby, straight up\nYou know what I'm sayin'?\nGet turned to dust\nReturn to the casket\nAnd that ass is out, son, word up\nWord up, get evaporated, straight up (Word up)\nLose all your strength, nigga\nCrazy dedication shoutout in the memory of Two Cent Jason\nHeartbroken\nWe soakin' wet, though\nKeepin' it real for my peoples\nYeah, yo\nAnd my physical brother DeVon\nYou're still in here, baby\nBecause you're in my arms, nigga, word up\nI never let you go, baby\nKnow what I'm saying? You my life charm, word up\nFor real (Keep shinin')\nFor real, keepin' it real, you know\nShout out to major niggas\nBig Kawai, Jess, Hell on the computer system\nThe RZA who slams fat discs for the ninety-four\nWord up, RZA\nThat's my nigga, baby, yeah\nEatin' dinner with the big boys now, you know what I'm saying? (Word up)\nBig Booth represent the Q\nYou know how we do\nNow get that power-U type gangster on, you know?\nThe GZA, word up Masta Killa\nThe Abbot of the Clan\nMethod Man, Inspectah Deck\nDirty Bastard\nU-God, word up, baby\nKeep it real, son\nKeep packin' them guns\nWord up","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 17-Heaven & Hell\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Raekwon_Only Built 4 Cuban Linx\n  duration_ms: 296574\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This that gravedigger shit (No one can fuck with the Wu-Tang)\n  Yo (What? What?), yo\n  Exotic type shit\n  Ninety-four\n  We must go to war fast\n  With the pen and the pad\n  Goddamn\n  Shine like gold rims on Pathfinders\n  Wu-Tang reclines, lamps\n  For the nine-squares, kid\n  (Money, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all)\n  Check it, yo, yo\n\n  Waking up about ten, kid\n  Jumping in the shower, peace, about to make moves and slide like grease\n  What? I'm all about TECs and checks with 'nough respect\n  You front, I'm slamming you like the Lex\n  So now I'm out in the ninety-five\n  Rocking that \"Real Niggas Don't Die\"\n  Guess down, drawers Kani\n  But, yo, I'm making a pitstop\n  Go and buy a box of Glocks\n  It equaled up, pay up, what up, 'Ak?\n  Yo, remember that kid that we vicked?\n  He made a half of mil' for real\n  We brought about four bricks\n  Yo, so now we connect thoughts\n  Meet me at the airport\n  Tell Golden Arms maintain the fort\n  Get in touch with that West Coast Cali crab you stabbed\n  And meet me at the bitch lab\n  So word up, kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shit\n  Couldn't even rest, I need the vic'\n  And when I slept, I dream G's, son, I need some\n  Keys won't sell, call up son\n  I heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit\n  A fake nigga faked and they killed his clique\n  Give me a minute and I'm winnin'\n  Yo, niggas done did it\n  Rock your vest, keep your whip tinted\n  So now we see him up in Bojangles strangling a forty ounce\n  With ten G's worth of gold bangles\n  Diamonds, what? All up in his face\n  With his man's mace\n  Medallions the size of dinner plates, yo\n  He knew we knew him so we blew him\n  Took thirty G's worth of jewels off that nigga, do him\n  So now I'm lamping in my man's land\n  Streets is hot like sand\n  G's is rolling in my right hand\n  Yup, you know the steezo black\n  Lot'll go down like that\n  Shallah, cigars and mob hats\n  Ninety-four, takin' niggas to war, yo, yo\n\n  What do you believe in, heaven or hell?\n  You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell\n  What do you believe in, boy, heaven or hell?\n  You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell\n\n  So it's your life\n  What a chamber\n  Fucking with the mad strangers\n  Yeah, you know how it runs, baby, straight up, yo\n  Money, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all\n  That's how it goes, whatever\n  What do you believe in, heaven or hell?\n  You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell (31st chamber, y'all)\n  So it's your life\n\n  What do you believe in? Heaven or hell? (Niggas ain't even know, son)\n  You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're livin' in hell (Sold their weight)\n  What do you believe in, heaven or hell? (No question, word up)\n  You don't believe in-(This shit is real, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n\n  Word up, niggas think it's all about a hundred-dollar velour\n  A little hundred dollars and that make you a man, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  You ain't promised tomorrow, son, word up\n  Niggas don't understand how life can be so short\n  Come so fast\n  Within the blinkin' of eye\n  Blinkin' of eye, you're gone, baby, straight up\n  You know what I'm sayin'?\n  Get turned to dust\n  Return to the casket\n  And that ass is out, son, word up\n  Word up, get evaporated, straight up (Word up)\n  Lose all your strength, nigga\n  Crazy dedication shoutout in the memory of Two Cent Jason\n  Heartbroken\n  We soakin' wet, though\n  Keepin' it real for my peoples\n  Yeah, yo\n  And my physical brother DeVon\n  You're still in here, baby\n  Because you're in my arms, nigga, word up\n  I never let you go, baby\n  Know what I'm saying? You my life charm, word up\n  For real (Keep shinin')\n  For real, keepin' it real, you know\n  Shout out to major niggas\n  Big Kawai, Jess, Hell on the computer system\n  The RZA who slams fat discs for the ninety-four\n  Word up, RZA\n  That's my nigga, baby, yeah\n  Eatin' dinner with the big boys now, you know what I'm saying? (Word up)\n  Big Booth represent the Q\n  You know how we do\n  Now get that power-U type gangster on, you know?\n  The GZA, word up Masta Killa\n  The Abbot of the Clan\n  Method Man, Inspectah Deck\n  Dirty Bastard\n  U-God, word up, baby\n  Keep it real, son\n  Keep packin' them guns\n  Word up\n"},{"id":20029001,"name":"17-Heaven & Hell","trackName":"17-Heaven & Hell","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Raekwon_Only Built 4 Cuban Linx","duration":85.504,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This that gravedigger shit (No one can fuck with the Wu-Tang)\nYo (What? What?), yo\nExotic type shit\nNinety-four\nWe must go to war fast\nWith the pen and the pad\nGoddamn\nShine like gold rims on Pathfinders\nWu-Tang reclines, lamps\nFor the nine-squares, kid\n(Money, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all)\nCheck it, yo, yo\n\nWaking up about ten, kid\nJumping in the shower, peace, about to make moves and slide like grease\nWhat? I'm all about TECs and checks with 'nough respect\nYou front, I'm slamming you like the Lex\nSo now I'm out in the ninety-five\nRocking that \"Real Niggas Don't Die\"\nGuess down, drawers Kani\nBut, yo, I'm making a pitstop\nGo and buy a box of Glocks\nIt equaled up, pay up, what up, 'Ak?\nYo, remember that kid that we vicked?\nHe made a half of mil' for real\nWe brought about four bricks\nYo, so now we connect thoughts\nMeet me at the airport\nTell Golden Arms maintain the fort\nGet in touch with that West Coast Cali crab you stabbed\nAnd meet me at the bitch lab\nSo word up, kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shit\nCouldn't even rest, I need the vic'\nAnd when I slept, I dream G's, son, I need some\nKeys won't sell, call up son\nI heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit\nA fake nigga faked and they killed his clique\nGive me a minute and I'm winnin'\nYo, niggas done did it\nRock your vest, keep your whip tinted\nSo now we see him up in Bojangles strangling a forty ounce\nWith ten G's worth of gold bangles\nDiamonds, what? All up in his face\nWith his man's mace\nMedallions the size of dinner plates, yo\nHe knew we knew him so we blew him\nTook thirty G's worth of jewels off that nigga, do him\nSo now I'm lamping in my man's land\nStreets is hot like sand\nG's is rolling in my right hand\nYup, you know the steezo black\nLot'll go down like that\nShallah, cigars and mob hats\nNinety-four, takin' niggas to war, yo, yo\n\nWhat do you believe in, heaven or hell?\nYou don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell\nWhat do you believe in, boy, heaven or hell?\nYou don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell\n\nSo it's your life\nWhat a chamber\nFucking with the mad strangers\nYeah, you know how it runs, baby, straight up, yo\nMoney, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all\nThat's how it goes, whatever\nWhat do you believe in, heaven or hell?\nYou don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell (31st chamber, y'all)\nSo it's your life\n\nWhat do you believe in? Heaven or hell? (Niggas ain't even know, son)\nYou don't believe in heaven 'cause we're livin' in hell (Sold their weight)\nWhat do you believe in, heaven or hell? (No question, word up)\nYou don't believe in-(This shit is real, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n\nWord up, niggas think it's all about a hundred-dollar velour\nA little hundred dollars and that make you a man, you know what I'm sayin'?\nYou ain't promised tomorrow, son, word up\nNiggas don't understand how life can be so short\nCome so fast\nWithin the blinkin' of eye\nBlinkin' of eye, you're gone, baby, straight up\nYou know what I'm sayin'?\nGet turned to dust\nReturn to the casket\nAnd that ass is out, son, word up\nWord up, get evaporated, straight up (Word up)\nLose all your strength, nigga\nCrazy dedication shoutout in the memory of Two Cent Jason\nHeartbroken\nWe soakin' wet, though\nKeepin' it real for my peoples\nYeah, yo\nAnd my physical brother DeVon\nYou're still in here, baby\nBecause you're in my arms, nigga, word up\nI never let you go, baby\nKnow what I'm saying? You my life charm, word up\nFor real (Keep shinin')\nFor real, keepin' it real, you know\nShout out to major niggas\nBig Kawai, Jess, Hell on the computer system\nThe RZA who slams fat discs for the ninety-four\nWord up, RZA\nThat's my nigga, baby, yeah\nEatin' dinner with the big boys now, you know what I'm saying? (Word up)\nBig Booth represent the Q\nYou know how we do\nNow get that power-U type gangster on, you know?\nThe GZA, word up Masta Killa\nThe Abbot of the Clan\nMethod Man, Inspectah Deck\nDirty Bastard\nU-God, word up, baby\nKeep it real, son\nKeep packin' them guns\nWord up","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 17-Heaven & Hell\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Raekwon_Only Built 4 Cuban Linx\n  duration_ms: 85504\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This that gravedigger shit (No one can fuck with the Wu-Tang)\n  Yo (What? What?), yo\n  Exotic type shit\n  Ninety-four\n  We must go to war fast\n  With the pen and the pad\n  Goddamn\n  Shine like gold rims on Pathfinders\n  Wu-Tang reclines, lamps\n  For the nine-squares, kid\n  (Money, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all)\n  Check it, yo, yo\n\n  Waking up about ten, kid\n  Jumping in the shower, peace, about to make moves and slide like grease\n  What? I'm all about TECs and checks with 'nough respect\n  You front, I'm slamming you like the Lex\n  So now I'm out in the ninety-five\n  Rocking that \"Real Niggas Don't Die\"\n  Guess down, drawers Kani\n  But, yo, I'm making a pitstop\n  Go and buy a box of Glocks\n  It equaled up, pay up, what up, 'Ak?\n  Yo, remember that kid that we vicked?\n  He made a half of mil' for real\n  We brought about four bricks\n  Yo, so now we connect thoughts\n  Meet me at the airport\n  Tell Golden Arms maintain the fort\n  Get in touch with that West Coast Cali crab you stabbed\n  And meet me at the bitch lab\n  So word up, kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shit\n  Couldn't even rest, I need the vic'\n  And when I slept, I dream G's, son, I need some\n  Keys won't sell, call up son\n  I heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit\n  A fake nigga faked and they killed his clique\n  Give me a minute and I'm winnin'\n  Yo, niggas done did it\n  Rock your vest, keep your whip tinted\n  So now we see him up in Bojangles strangling a forty ounce\n  With ten G's worth of gold bangles\n  Diamonds, what? All up in his face\n  With his man's mace\n  Medallions the size of dinner plates, yo\n  He knew we knew him so we blew him\n  Took thirty G's worth of jewels off that nigga, do him\n  So now I'm lamping in my man's land\n  Streets is hot like sand\n  G's is rolling in my right hand\n  Yup, you know the steezo black\n  Lot'll go down like that\n  Shallah, cigars and mob hats\n  Ninety-four, takin' niggas to war, yo, yo\n\n  What do you believe in, heaven or hell?\n  You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell\n  What do you believe in, boy, heaven or hell?\n  You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell\n\n  So it's your life\n  What a chamber\n  Fucking with the mad strangers\n  Yeah, you know how it runs, baby, straight up, yo\n  Money, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all\n  That's how it goes, whatever\n  What do you believe in, heaven or hell?\n  You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell (31st chamber, y'all)\n  So it's your life\n\n  What do you believe in? Heaven or hell? (Niggas ain't even know, son)\n  You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're livin' in hell (Sold their weight)\n  What do you believe in, heaven or hell? (No question, word up)\n  You don't believe in-(This shit is real, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n\n  Word up, niggas think it's all about a hundred-dollar velour\n  A little hundred dollars and that make you a man, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  You ain't promised tomorrow, son, word up\n  Niggas don't understand how life can be so short\n  Come so fast\n  Within the blinkin' of eye\n  Blinkin' of eye, you're gone, baby, straight up\n  You know what I'm sayin'?\n  Get turned to dust\n  Return to the casket\n  And that ass is out, son, word up\n  Word up, get evaporated, straight up (Word up)\n  Lose all your strength, nigga\n  Crazy dedication shoutout in the memory of Two Cent Jason\n  Heartbroken\n  We soakin' wet, though\n  Keepin' it real for my peoples\n  Yeah, yo\n  And my physical brother DeVon\n  You're still in here, baby\n  Because you're in my arms, nigga, word up\n  I never let you go, baby\n  Know what I'm saying? You my life charm, word up\n  For real (Keep shinin')\n  For real, keepin' it real, you know\n  Shout out to major niggas\n  Big Kawai, Jess, Hell on the computer system\n  The RZA who slams fat discs for the ninety-four\n  Word up, RZA\n  That's my nigga, baby, yeah\n  Eatin' dinner with the big boys now, you know what I'm saying? 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I'm all about Tecs and checks and nuff respect you front\n  I'm slammin you like the Lex\n  So now I'm out in the ninety-five\n  Rockin that real nigga don't die\n  Guess down\n  Drawers Kani!\n  But yo I'm makin a pit stop\n  Go and buy a box of glocks, til he rolled up and yo\n  Whattup Hobbes?\n  Yo, remember that kid that we vicked\n  He made a half of mil for real\n  He brought about fo' bricks\n  Yo, so now we connect doors, meet me at the airport\n  TELL GOLDEN ARMS MAINTAIN THE FORT\n  Get in touch with that West coast Cali crab you stabbed\n  And meet me at the bitch lab\n  So word up kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shit\n  Couldn't even rest, I need the vic\n  And when I slept, I dream G's, Son I need some\n  Keys roll self, call up Son\n  I heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit\n  A fake nigga faked and they killed his click\n  Gimme a minute and I'm with it\n  Yo niggaz done did it\n  Rock your vest\n  Keep your whip tinted\n  So now we see him up in BoJangles\n  Stranglin a forty ounce, with ten G's worth of gold bangles\n  Diamonds, what, all up in his face\n  With his man's mace, medallions the size of dinner plates\n  Yo, he knew we knew him so we blew him\n  Took thirty G's worth of jewels of that nigga\n  DO HIM!\n  So now I'm lampin in my man's Land\n  Streets is hot like sand\n  Jesus rollin in my right hand\n  Yup, you know the steezo black\n  Got to go down like that\n  Shallah\n  Cigars\n  AND BALL HATS\n\n  Ninety-four, takin niggaz to war, yo, yo\n\n  What do you believe in? 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You my life charm, word up\n  For real\n  Keep shinin\n  Real for keepin it real, shout out to major niggaz\n  Big Kawai, Jess, Hell in the computer system\n  The RZA, who slams fat discs for the ninety-four\n  Word up, RZA, he's my nigga baby\n  Yeah, eatin dinner with the big boys now\n  YaknowhatI'msayin?\n  Word up, Big Booth represent the Q\n  Knowhowedo, lamp, get that power-u, type, things on float\n  GZA, word up, Master Killer\n  The don of the Clan, Method Man, Inspector Deck\n  Dirty Bastard\n  U-God, word up baby\n  Keep it real Son\n  Keep packin them guns\n  Word up\n"},{"id":14208271,"name":"Heaven & Hell","trackName":"Heaven & Hell","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx․․․","duration":296.533333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This that gravedigger shit (No one can fuck with the Wu-Tang)\nYo (What? 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(Niggas ain't even know, son)\nYou don't believe in heaven 'cause we're livin' in hell (Sold their weight)\nWhat do you believe in, heaven or hell? 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What?), yo\n  Exotic type shit\n  Ninety-four\n  We must go to war fast\n  With the pen and the pad\n  Goddamn\n  Shine like gold rims on Pathfinders\n  Wu-Tang reclines, lamps\n  For the nine-squares, kid\n  (Money, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all)\n  Check it, yo, yo\n\n  Waking up about ten, kid\n  Jumping in the shower, peace, about to make moves and slide like grease\n  What? 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Heaven or hell? (Niggas ain't even know, son)\n  You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're livin' in hell (Sold their weight)\n  What do you believe in, heaven or hell? 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You my life charm, word up\n  For real (Keep shinin')\n  For real, keepin' it real, you know\n  Shout out to major niggas\n  Big Kawai, Jess, Hell on the computer system\n  The RZA who slams fat discs for the ninety-four\n  Word up, RZA\n  That's my nigga, baby, yeah\n  Eatin' dinner with the big boys now, you know what I'm saying? (Word up)\n  Big Booth represent the Q\n  You know how we do\n  Now get that power-U type gangster on, you know?\n  The GZA, word up Masta Killa\n  The Abbot of the Clan\n  Method Man, Inspectah Deck\n  Dirty Bastard\n  U-God, word up, baby\n  Keep it real, son\n  Keep packin' them guns\n  Word up\n"},{"id":24166295,"name":"Heaven Hell","trackName":"Heaven Hell","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"L'intégrale","duration":302.106122,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Raekwon, Ghostface\n\nYo what what, yo\nExotic type shit\nNinety-four, we must go to war fast\nWith the pen and the pad\nGod damn, shine like gold rims on Pathfinders\nWu-Tang reclines, lamps, for the nine-squares kid\nMoney clothes designer hoes and shows y'all\n\nYo, yo, wakin up about ten kid\nJumpin in the shower, peace about to make\nMoves and slide like greese\nWhat? 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You my life charm, word up\nFor real\nKeep shinin\nReal for keepin it real, shout out to major niggaz\nBig Kawai, Jess, Hell in the computer system\nThe RZA, who slams fat discs for the ninety-four\nWord up, RZA, he's my nigga baby\nYeah, eatin dinner with the big boys now\nYaknowhatI'msayin?\nWord up, Big Booth represent the Q\nKnowhowedo, lamp, get that power-u, type, things on float\nGZA, word up, Master Killer\nThe don of the Clan, Method Man, Inspector Deck\nDirty Bastard\nU-God, word up baby\nKeep it real Son\nKeep packin them guns\nWord up","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.19] Raekwon, Ghostface\n[00:08.07] Yo what what, yo\n[00:08.95] Exotic type shit\n[00:09.84] Ninety-four, we must go to war fast\n[00:11.71] With the pen and the pad\n[00:14.45] God damn, shine like gold rims on Pathfinders\n[00:18.90] Wu-Tang reclines, lamps, for the nine-squares kid\n[00:25.28] Money clothes designer hoes and shows y'all\n[00:28.86] Yo, yo, wakin up about ten kid\n[00:32.48] Jumpin in the shower, peace about to make\n[00:34.24] Moves and slide like greese\n[00:36.08] What? 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You my life charm, word up\n  For real\n  Keep shinin\n  Real for keepin it real, shout out to major niggaz\n  Big Kawai, Jess, Hell in the computer system\n  The RZA, who slams fat discs for the ninety-four\n  Word up, RZA, he's my nigga baby\n  Yeah, eatin dinner with the big boys now\n  YaknowhatI'msayin?\n  Word up, Big Booth represent the Q\n  Knowhowedo, lamp, get that power-u, type, things on float\n  GZA, word up, Master Killer\n  The don of the Clan, Method Man, Inspector Deck\n  Dirty Bastard\n  U-God, word up baby\n  Keep it real Son\n  Keep packin them guns\n  Word up\n"},{"id":22062785,"name":"Heaven & Hell","trackName":"Heaven & Hell","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx","duration":294.5620829,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Raekwon, Ghostface\n\nYo what what, yo\nExotic type shit\nNinety-four, we must go to war fast\nWith the pen and the pad\nGod damn, shine like gold rims on Pathfinders\nWu-Tang reclines, lamps, for the nine-squares kid\nMoney clothes designer hoes and shows y'all\n\nYo, yo, wakin up about ten kid\nJumpin in the shower, peace about to make\nMoves and slide like greese\nWhat? 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You my life charm, word up\n  For real\n  Keep shinin\n  Real for keepin it real, shout out to major niggaz\n  Big Kawai, Jess, Hell in the computer system\n  The RZA, who slams fat discs for the ninety-four\n  Word up, RZA, he's my nigga baby\n  Yeah, eatin dinner with the big boys now\n  YaknowhatI'msayin?\n  Word up, Big Booth represent the Q\n  Knowhowedo, lamp, get that power-u, type, things on float\n  GZA, word up, Master Killer\n  The don of the Clan, Method Man, Inspector Deck\n  Dirty Bastard\n  U-God, word up baby\n  Keep it real Son\n  Keep packin them guns\n  Word up\n"},{"id":9625490,"name":"Heaven & Hell","trackName":"Heaven & Hell","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx Instrumentals","duration":296.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This that gravedigger shit (No one can fuck with the Wu-Tang)\nYo (What? 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I'm all about TECs and checks with 'nough respect\nYou front, I'm slamming you like the Lex\nSo now I'm out in the ninety-five\nRocking that \"Real Niggas Don't Die\"\nGuess down, drawers Kani\nBut, yo, I'm making a pitstop\nGo and buy a box of Glocks\nIt equaled up, pay up, what up, 'Ak?\nYo, remember that kid that we vicked?\nHe made a half of mil' for real\nWe brought about four bricks\nYo, so now we connect thoughts\nMeet me at the airport\nTell Golden Arms maintain the fort\nGet in touch with that West Coast Cali crab you stabbed\nAnd meet me at the bitch lab\nSo word up, kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shit\nCouldn't even rest, I need the vic'\nAnd when I slept, I dream G's, son, I need some\nKeys won't sell, call up son\nI heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit\nA fake nigga faked and they killed his clique\nGive me a minute and I'm winnin'\nYo, niggas done did it\nRock your vest, keep your whip tinted\nSo now we see him up in Bojangles strangling a forty ounce\nWith ten G's worth of gold bangles\nDiamonds, what? All up in his face\nWith his man's mace\nMedallions the size of dinner plates, yo\nHe knew we knew him so we blew him\nTook thirty G's worth of jewels off that nigga, do him\nSo now I'm lamping in my man's land\nStreets is hot like sand\nG's is rolling in my right hand\nYup, you know the steezo black\nLot'll go down like that\nShallah, cigars and mob hats\nNinety-four, takin' niggas to war, yo, yo\n\nWhat do you believe in, heaven or hell?\nYou don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell\nWhat do you believe in, boy, heaven or hell?\nYou don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell\n\nSo it's your life\nWhat a chamber\nFucking with the mad strangers\nYeah, you know how it runs, baby, straight up, yo\nMoney, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all\nThat's how it goes, whatever\nWhat do you believe in, heaven or hell?\nYou don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell (31st chamber, y'all)\nSo it's your life\n\nWhat do you believe in? Heaven or hell? (Niggas ain't even know, son)\nYou don't believe in heaven 'cause we're livin' in hell (Sold their weight)\nWhat do you believe in, heaven or hell? (No question, word up)\nYou don't believe in-(This shit is real, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n\nWord up, niggas think it's all about a hundred-dollar velour\nA little hundred dollars and that make you a man, you know what I'm sayin'?\nYou ain't promised tomorrow, son, word up\nNiggas don't understand how life can be so short\nCome so fast\nWithin the blinkin' of eye\nBlinkin' of eye, you're gone, baby, straight up\nYou know what I'm sayin'?\nGet turned to dust\nReturn to the casket\nAnd that ass is out, son, word up\nWord up, get evaporated, straight up (Word up)\nLose all your strength, nigga\nCrazy dedication shoutout in the memory of Two Cent Jason\nHeartbroken\nWe soakin' wet, though\nKeepin' it real for my peoples\nYeah, yo\nAnd my physical brother DeVon\nYou're still in here, baby\nBecause you're in my arms, nigga, word up\nI never let you go, baby\nKnow what I'm saying? You my life charm, word up\nFor real (Keep shinin')\nFor real, keepin' it real, you know\nShout out to major niggas\nBig Kawai, Jess, Hell on the computer system\nThe RZA who slams fat discs for the ninety-four\nWord up, RZA\nThat's my nigga, baby, yeah\nEatin' dinner with the big boys now, you know what I'm saying? (Word up)\nBig Booth represent the Q\nYou know how we do\nNow get that power-U type gangster on, you know?\nThe GZA, word up Masta Killa\nThe Abbot of the Clan\nMethod Man, Inspectah Deck\nDirty Bastard\nU-God, word up, baby\nKeep it real, son\nKeep packin' them guns\nWord up","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Heaven & Hell\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx Instrumentals\n  duration_ms: 296000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This that gravedigger shit (No one can fuck with the Wu-Tang)\n  Yo (What? What?), yo\n  Exotic type shit\n  Ninety-four\n  We must go to war fast\n  With the pen and the pad\n  Goddamn\n  Shine like gold rims on Pathfinders\n  Wu-Tang reclines, lamps\n  For the nine-squares, kid\n  (Money, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all)\n  Check it, yo, yo\n\n  Waking up about ten, kid\n  Jumping in the shower, peace, about to make moves and slide like grease\n  What? 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All up in his face\n  With his man's mace\n  Medallions the size of dinner plates, yo\n  He knew we knew him so we blew him\n  Took thirty G's worth of jewels off that nigga, do him\n  So now I'm lamping in my man's land\n  Streets is hot like sand\n  G's is rolling in my right hand\n  Yup, you know the steezo black\n  Lot'll go down like that\n  Shallah, cigars and mob hats\n  Ninety-four, takin' niggas to war, yo, yo\n\n  What do you believe in, heaven or hell?\n  You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell\n  What do you believe in, boy, heaven or hell?\n  You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell\n\n  So it's your life\n  What a chamber\n  Fucking with the mad strangers\n  Yeah, you know how it runs, baby, straight up, yo\n  Money, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all\n  That's how it goes, whatever\n  What do you believe in, heaven or hell?\n  You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell (31st chamber, y'all)\n  So it's your life\n\n  What do you believe in? Heaven or hell? (Niggas ain't even know, son)\n  You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're livin' in hell (Sold their weight)\n  What do you believe in, heaven or hell? (No question, word up)\n  You don't believe in-(This shit is real, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n\n  Word up, niggas think it's all about a hundred-dollar velour\n  A little hundred dollars and that make you a man, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  You ain't promised tomorrow, son, word up\n  Niggas don't understand how life can be so short\n  Come so fast\n  Within the blinkin' of eye\n  Blinkin' of eye, you're gone, baby, straight up\n  You know what I'm sayin'?\n  Get turned to dust\n  Return to the casket\n  And that ass is out, son, word up\n  Word up, get evaporated, straight up (Word up)\n  Lose all your strength, nigga\n  Crazy dedication shoutout in the memory of Two Cent Jason\n  Heartbroken\n  We soakin' wet, though\n  Keepin' it real for my peoples\n  Yeah, yo\n  And my physical brother DeVon\n  You're still in here, baby\n  Because you're in my arms, nigga, word up\n  I never let you go, baby\n  Know what I'm saying? You my life charm, word up\n  For real (Keep shinin')\n  For real, keepin' it real, you know\n  Shout out to major niggas\n  Big Kawai, Jess, Hell on the computer system\n  The RZA who slams fat discs for the ninety-four\n  Word up, RZA\n  That's my nigga, baby, yeah\n  Eatin' dinner with the big boys now, you know what I'm saying? (Word up)\n  Big Booth represent the Q\n  You know how we do\n  Now get that power-U type gangster on, you know?\n  The GZA, word up Masta Killa\n  The Abbot of the Clan\n  Method Man, Inspectah Deck\n  Dirty Bastard\n  U-God, word up, baby\n  Keep it real, son\n  Keep packin' them guns\n  Word up\n"},{"id":34531152,"name":"Heaven & Hell","trackName":"Heaven & Hell","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"The Wackness: Music From the Motion Picture","duration":296.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Raekwon, Ghostface\n\nYo what what, yo\nExotic type shit\nNinety-four, we must go to war fast\nWith the pen and the pad\nGod damn, shine like gold rims on Pathfinders\nWu-Tang reclines, lamps, for the nine-squares kid\nMoney clothes designer hoes and shows y'all\n\nYo, yo, wakin up about ten kid\nJumpin in the shower, peace about to make\nMoves and slide like greese\nWhat? I'm all about Tecs and checks and nuff respect you front\nI'm slammin you like the Lex\nSo now I'm out in the ninety-five\nRockin that real nigga don't die\nGuess down\nDrawers Kani!\nBut yo I'm makin a pit stop\nGo and buy a box of glocks, til he rolled up and yo\nWhattup Hobbes?\nYo, remember that kid that we vicked\nHe made a half of mil for real\nHe brought about fo' bricks\nYo, so now we connect doors, meet me at the airport\nTELL GOLDEN ARMS MAINTAIN THE FORT\nGet in touch with that West coast Cali crab you stabbed\nAnd meet me at the bitch lab\nSo word up kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shit\nCouldn't even rest, I need the vic\nAnd when I slept, I dream G's, Son I need some\nKeys roll self, call up Son\nI heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit\nA fake nigga faked and they killed his click\nGimme a minute and I'm with it\nYo niggaz done did it\nRock your vest\nKeep your whip tinted\nSo now we see him up in BoJangles\nStranglin a forty ounce, with ten G's worth of gold bangles\nDiamonds, what, all up in his face\nWith his man's mace, medallions the size of dinner plates\nYo, he knew we knew him so we blew him\nTook thirty G's worth of jewels of that nigga\nDO HIM!\nSo now I'm lampin in my man's Land\nStreets is hot like sand\nJesus rollin in my right hand\nYup, you know the steezo black\nGot to go down like that\nShallah\nCigars\nAND BALL HATS\n\nNinety-four, takin niggaz to war, yo, yo\n\nWhat do you believe in? 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You my life charm, word up\n  For real\n  Keep shinin\n  Real for keepin it real, shout out to major niggaz\n  Big Kawai, Jess, Hell in the computer system\n  The RZA, who slams fat discs for the ninety-four\n  Word up, RZA, he's my nigga baby\n  Yeah, eatin dinner with the big boys now\n  YaknowhatI'msayin?\n  Word up, Big Booth represent the Q\n  Knowhowedo, lamp, get that power-u, type, things on float\n  GZA, word up, Master Killer\n  The don of the Clan, Method Man, Inspector Deck\n  Dirty Bastard\n  U-God, word up baby\n  Keep it real Son\n  Keep packin them guns\n  Word up\n"},{"id":27625208,"name":"Heaven & Hell","trackName":"Heaven & Hell","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Old School","duration":297.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Raekwon, Ghostface\n\nYo what what, yo\nExotic type shit\nNinety-four, we must go to war fast\nWith the pen and the pad\nGod damn, shine like gold rims on Pathfinders\nWu-Tang reclines, lamps, for the nine-squares kid\nMoney clothes designer hoes and shows y'all\n\nYo, yo, wakin up about ten kid\nJumpin in the shower, peace about to make\nMoves and slide like greese\nWhat? 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I'm all about Tecs and checks and nuff respect you front\n  I'm slammin you like the Lex\n  So now I'm out in the ninety-five\n  Rockin that real nigga don't die\n  Guess down\n  Drawers Kani!\n  But yo I'm makin a pit stop\n  Go and buy a box of glocks, til he rolled up and yo\n  Whattup Hobbes?\n  Yo, remember that kid that we vicked\n  He made a half of mil for real\n  He brought about fo' bricks\n  Yo, so now we connect doors, meet me at the airport\n  TELL GOLDEN ARMS MAINTAIN THE FORT\n  Get in touch with that West coast Cali crab you stabbed\n  And meet me at the bitch lab\n  So word up kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shit\n  Couldn't even rest, I need the vic\n  And when I slept, I dream G's, Son I need some\n  Keys roll self, call up Son\n  I heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit\n  A fake nigga faked and they killed his click\n  Gimme a minute and I'm with it\n  Yo niggaz done did it\n  Rock your vest\n  Keep your whip tinted\n  So now we see him up in BoJangles\n  Stranglin a forty ounce, with ten G's worth of gold bangles\n  Diamonds, what, all up in his face\n  With his man's mace, medallions the size of dinner plates\n  Yo, he knew we knew him so we blew him\n  Took thirty G's worth of jewels of that nigga\n  DO HIM!\n  So now I'm lampin in my man's Land\n  Streets is hot like sand\n  Jesus rollin in my right hand\n  Yup, you know the steezo black\n  Got to go down like that\n  Shallah\n  Cigars\n  AND BALL HATS\n\n  Ninety-four, takin niggaz to war, yo, yo\n\n  What do you believe in? 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just won't suffice\n\nDon't get me wrong\nI done thought this through\nThe way you hold me, used to console me\nNow all I feel is the emptiness in you\n\nWhat do I believe in, Heaven or Hell?\nI don't believe in Heaven 'cause I'm livin' in Hell\nAnd that's my life with you\nWhat do I believe in, Heaven or Hell?\nI don't believe in Heaven 'cause I'm livin' in Hell\nAnd that's my life\n\nListen to me\nYou sang my praises everyday\nYou used to tell me how you needed me\nI know how proud you were that day\nI brought home my degree\n\nBut you had dreams and all I wanted\nWas for you to see them through\nAnd through it all, I forgot\nThat I once had dreams too\n\nI should have had the sense to pay attention\n'Cause somethin' told me to\nThe road to Hell is paved with good intentions\nAnd Lord knows it's true\n\nThe years that I gave\nWhere they all in vain?\nUsed to adore me, now you ignore me\nHow could I know we would end up this way?\n\nWhat do I believe in, Heaven or Hell?\nI don't believe in Heaven 'cause I'm livin' in Hell\nAnd that's my life\nWhat do I believe in, Heaven or Hell?\nI don't believe in Heaven 'cause I'm livin' in Hell\nAnd that's my life with you\n\nWhat hurts me most deep inside\nNow that I'm lettin' go, you seem surprised\nI watched your back for so many years now\nYou used to act like you were holdin' your career down\n\nIt's not the dreams I kissed goodbye\nIt's that we used to be a team and now we live this lie\nWhat's past is past, now listen well\nI'm leavin' your ass 'cause I'm livin' in hell\n\nWhat do I believe in, Heaven or Hell?\nI don't believe in Heaven 'cause I'm livin' in Hell\nAnd that's my life\nWhat do I believe in, Heaven or Hell?\nI don't believe in Heaven 'cause I'm livin' in Hell\nAnd that's my life\n\nWhat do I believe in, Heaven or Hell?\nI don't believe in Heaven 'cause I'm livin' in Hell\nAnd that's my life\nWhat do I believe in, Heaven or Hell?","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.93] Oh, what it is, man?\n[00:03.36] What's goin' on, man?\n[00:05.76] C'mon, man\n[00:06.79] She dissed me when she walked out the door\n[00:08.32] She kissed me, Louis Luggage on the floor\n[00:10.58] Gazin' plus the room was misty\n[00:12.58] I felt the slight urge tellin' me to wisen up\n[00:15.66] I can't provise her\n[00:17.03] She dead in the right, the don's a jiver\n[00:19.33] I lost the most powerful piece, my queen\n[00:21.94] Broke her heart in 66 ways for some bitches and schemes\n[00:25.77] The only thing she left was a rose\n[00:28.05] And left the Rolls in front of the buildin'\n[00:29.89] Now how the fuck my pain got exposed\n[00:32.38] Damn, what happened, man?\n[00:34.23] We done come to a point\n[00:36.96] Where it can't be denied no more\n[00:40.70] I don't even understand\n[00:43.27] What we're still in this for\n[00:47.18] I didn't mind the sacrifice\n[00:50.01] To keep our love alive\n[00:53.57] But somethin' died so long ago\n[00:56.20] Just can't be revived\n[00:58.85] There comes a time you gotta face the situation\n[01:02.44] And make a choice in life\n[01:05.56] We're caught up in a state of hesitation\n[01:08.98] And that just won't suffice\n[01:11.87] Don't get me wrong\n[01:13.74] I done thought this through\n[01:16.97] The way you hold me, used to console me\n[01:20.57] Now all I feel is the emptiness in you\n[01:23.98] What do I believe in, Heaven or Hell?\n[01:26.93] I don't believe in Heaven 'cause I'm livin' in Hell\n[01:29.73] And that's my life with you\n[01:36.28] What do I believe in, Heaven or Hell?\n[01:39.76] I don't believe in Heaven 'cause I'm livin' in Hell\n[01:42.82] And that's my life\n[01:47.87] Listen to me\n[01:51.22] You sang my praises everyday\n[01:54.46] You used to tell me how you needed me\n[01:57.30] I know how proud you were that day\n[02:00.57] I brought home my degree\n[02:04.43] But you had dreams and all I wanted\n[02:07.26] Was for you to see them through\n[02:11.16] And through it all, I forgot\n[02:13.41] That I once had dreams too\n[02:16.09] I should have had the sense to pay attention\n[02:19.73] 'Cause somethin' told me to\n[02:22.32] The road to Hell is paved with good intentions\n[02:26.47] And Lord knows it's true\n[02:29.12] The years that I gave\n[02:31.63] Where they all in vain?\n[02:34.45] Used to adore me, now you ignore me\n[02:37.83] How could I know we would end up this way?\n[02:41.89] What do I believe in, Heaven or Hell?\n[02:44.29] I don't believe in Heaven 'cause I'm livin' in Hell\n[02:47.29] And that's my life\n[02:53.26] What do I believe in, Heaven or Hell?\n[02:57.26] I don't believe in Heaven 'cause I'm livin' in Hell\n[03:00.13] And that's my life with you\n[03:07.94] What hurts me most deep inside\n[03:10.54] Now that I'm lettin' go, you seem surprised\n[03:14.12] I watched your back for so many years now\n[03:17.07] You used to act like you were holdin' your career down\n[03:20.68] It's not the dreams I kissed goodbye\n[03:23.50] It's that we used to be a team and now we live this lie\n[03:27.04] What's past is past, now listen well\n[03:30.30] I'm leavin' your ass 'cause I'm livin' in hell\n[03:33.17] What do I believe in, Heaven or Hell?\n[03:35.96] I don't believe in Heaven 'cause I'm livin' in Hell\n[03:38.87] And that's my life\n[03:45.57] What do I believe in, Heaven or Hell?\n[03:48.83] I don't believe in Heaven 'cause I'm livin' in Hell\n[03:51.60] And that's my life\n[03:58.43] What do I believe in, Heaven or Hell?\n[04:01.80] I don't believe in Heaven 'cause I'm livin' in Hell\n[04:04.42] And that's my life\n[04:11.43] What do I believe in, Heaven or Hell?\n[04:17.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Heaven Or Hell (feat. 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text: I watched your back for so many years now\n  start_ms: 194120\n  end_ms: 197070\n- text: You used to act like you were holdin' your career down\n  start_ms: 197070\n  end_ms: 200680\n- text: It's not the dreams I kissed goodbye\n  start_ms: 200680\n  end_ms: 203500\n- text: It's that we used to be a team and now we live this lie\n  start_ms: 203500\n  end_ms: 207040\n- text: What's past is past, now listen well\n  start_ms: 207040\n  end_ms: 210300\n- text: I'm leavin' your ass 'cause I'm livin' in hell\n  start_ms: 210300\n  end_ms: 213170\n- text: What do I believe in, Heaven or Hell?\n  start_ms: 213170\n  end_ms: 215960\n- text: I don't believe in Heaven 'cause I'm livin' in Hell\n  start_ms: 215960\n  end_ms: 218870\n- text: And that's my life\n  start_ms: 218870\n  end_ms: 225570\n- text: What do I believe in, Heaven or Hell?\n  start_ms: 225570\n  end_ms: 228830\n- text: I don't believe in Heaven 'cause I'm livin' in Hell\n  start_ms: 228830\n  end_ms: 231600\n- text: And that's my life\n  start_ms: 231600\n  end_ms: 238430\n- text: What do I believe in, Heaven or Hell?\n  start_ms: 238430\n  end_ms: 241800\n- text: I don't believe in Heaven 'cause I'm livin' in Hell\n  start_ms: 241800\n  end_ms: 244420\n- text: And that's my life\n  start_ms: 244420\n  end_ms: 251430\n- text: What do I believe in, Heaven or Hell?\n  start_ms: 251430\n  end_ms: 257050\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 257050\nplain: |-\n  Oh, what it is, man?\n  What's goin' on, man?\n  C'mon, man\n\n  She dissed me when she walked out the door\n  She kissed me, Louis Luggage on the floor\n  Gazin' plus the room was misty\n  I felt the slight urge tellin' me to wisen up\n  I can't provise her\n  She dead in the right, the don's a jiver\n\n  I lost the most powerful piece, my queen\n  Broke her heart in 66 ways for some bitches and schemes\n  The only thing she left was a rose\n  And left the Rolls in front of the buildin'\n  Now how the fuck my pain got exposed\n  Damn, what happened, man?\n\n  We done come to a point\n  Where it can't be denied no more\n  I don't even understand\n  What we're still in this for\n\n  I didn't mind the sacrifice\n  To keep our love alive\n  But somethin' died so long ago\n  Just can't be revived\n\n  There comes a time you gotta face the situation\n  And make a choice in life\n  We're caught up in a state of hesitation\n  And that just won't suffice\n\n  Don't get me wrong\n  I done thought this through\n  The way you hold me, used to console me\n  Now all I feel is the emptiness in you\n\n  What do I believe in, Heaven or Hell?\n  I don't believe in Heaven 'cause I'm livin' in Hell\n  And that's my life with you\n  What do I believe in, Heaven or Hell?\n  I don't believe in Heaven 'cause I'm livin' in Hell\n  And that's my life\n\n  Listen to me\n  You sang my praises everyday\n  You used to tell me how you needed me\n  I know how proud you were that day\n  I brought home my degree\n\n  But you had dreams and all I wanted\n  Was for you to see them through\n  And through it all, I forgot\n  That I once had dreams too\n\n  I should have had the sense to pay attention\n  'Cause somethin' told me to\n  The road to Hell is paved with good intentions\n  And Lord knows it's true\n\n  The years that I gave\n  Where they all in vain?\n  Used to adore me, now you ignore me\n  How could I know we would end up this way?\n\n  What do I believe in, Heaven or Hell?\n  I don't believe in Heaven 'cause I'm livin' in Hell\n  And that's my life\n  What do I believe in, Heaven or Hell?\n  I don't believe in Heaven 'cause I'm livin' in Hell\n  And that's my life with you\n\n  What hurts me most deep inside\n  Now that I'm lettin' go, you seem surprised\n  I watched your back for so many years now\n  You used to act like you were holdin' your career down\n\n  It's not the dreams I kissed goodbye\n  It's that we used to be a team and now we live this lie\n  What's past is past, now listen well\n  I'm leavin' your ass 'cause I'm livin' in hell\n\n  What do I believe in, Heaven or Hell?\n  I don't believe in Heaven 'cause I'm livin' in Hell\n  And that's my life\n  What do I believe in, Heaven or Hell?\n  I don't believe in Heaven 'cause I'm livin' in Hell\n  And that's my life\n\n  What do I believe in, Heaven or Hell?\n  I don't believe in Heaven 'cause I'm livin' in Hell\n  And that's my life\n  What do I believe in, Heaven or Hell?\n"}]