Heaven or Hell (Chimaca)

"All he had to do was say my dad's name, but he didn't

He kept his fucking mouth shut and he did his fucking time, and he did it like a man

He did four years for us

So, Mr. Orange, you're tellin' me this very good friend of mine

(HERBO IS THAT YOU?)

Who did four years for my father?"

Catch a nigga with a choppa, choppa

All my partners 'bout the guala, guala

Look at me, look at me, shotta, shotta

You a pussy boy, call the boy Mufasa

Dipping your head in spaghetti lobster

Ja-Rule these niggas no holla, holla

They know that I lead and these niggas follow

Kill a nigga and won't feel no sorrow

Catch a nigga, won't see you tomorrow

Stand over a opp fill him up with hollows

Money over bitches, that's the motto

Jackpot like I just won the lotto

Glock 40 and a semi auto

Smokin', sippin' out the Remy bottle

Heaven or hell, heaven or hell, heaven or hell

Dead or jail, dead or in jail, dead or in jail

Probably lost money, my mind, my time

Man, I done lost guys to this street shit

I go hard and I grind for mine and people who said I wouldn't be shit

I can't fuck with niggas, I don't trust a soul, gotta stay on my defense

Got my Glock everywhere that I go

Give me a reason, I'm squeezin

G Herbo and Zuse, real niggas and killas from Chiraq to Kingston

Bring my nigga Zuse to Chiraq to post up with them killas on Kingston

I made it out the fucking hood, these niggas know that ain't a secret

Ya know I gotta keep them bitches on me but I gotta keep them on the leashes

Shittin' on them, call me feces

Caught me a opp in the bleachers

Herbo with me got the pieces

Mac 11 on me, you know I'mma breeze it

Send a bitch to kill you, who you gon' sleep with?

Hollow to your face, I know you gon' eat it

Catch a nigga and ain't gon' do it discretely

I'mma catch your man, I know he won't peep it

Is you a killer or not?

We be ridin' through blocks and we drillin' a lot

I love seeing them drop

Watch his body in shock while he feelin' the shots

Me no labba, make you disappear

Tell them "abracadabra!", shoot you with choppa

Bullet bite you like a whopper, catch him on the blocka

"There was a count of causalities that could have been from Afghanistan or Iraq

But it was here in Chicago

A place some have dubbed 'Chiraq'..."