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letra de heaven or hell - g herbo

[intro]
“all he had to do was say my dad’s name, but he didn’t
he kept his f-cking mouth shut and he did his f-cking 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?”

[verse 1: zuse & g herbo]
catch a n-gga with a choppa, choppa
all my partners ’bout the guala, guala
look at me, look at me, shotta, shotta
you a p-ssy boy, call the boy mufasa
dipping your head in spaghetti lobster
ja-rule these n-ggas no holla, holla
they know that i lead and these n-ggas follow
k!ll a n-gga and won’t feel no sorrow
catch a n-gga, won’t see you tomorrow
stand over a opp fill him up with hollows
money over b-tches, that’s the motto
jackpot like i just won the lotto
glock 40 and a semi auto
smokin’, sippin’ out the remy bottle

[chorus: g herbo & zuse]
heaven or h-ll, heaven or h-ll, heaven or h-ll
dead or jail, dead or in jail, dead or in jail
heaven or h-ll, heaven or h-ll, heaven or h-ll
dead or jail, dead or in jail, dead or in jail

[verse 2: g herbo]
probably lost money, my mind, my time
man, i done lost guys to this street sh-t
i go hard and i grind for mine and people who said i wouldn’t be sh-t
i can’t f-ck with n-ggas, 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 n-ggas and k!llas from chiraq to kingston
bring my n-gga zuse to chiraq to post up with them k!llas on kingston

[verse 3: zuse]
i made it out the f-cking hood, these n-ggas know that ain’t a secret
ya know i gotta keep them b-tches on me but i gotta keep them on the leashes
sh-ttin’ 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’ma breeze it
send a b-tch to k!ll you, who you gon’ sleep with?
hollow to your face, i know you gon’ eat it
catch a n-gga and ain’t gon’ do it discretely
i’ma catch your man, i know he won’t peep it

[verse 4: g herbo & zuse]
is you a k!ller 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

[outro]
“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’…”

- g herbo

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