Artist: Lil Herb f/ Zuse Album: Pistol P Project (Mixtape) Song: Heaven or Hell (CHIMACA) Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Intro] "All he had to do was say my dad's name, but he didn't He kept his fucking mouth shut And did his fuckin' tim, 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: Lil Herb & Zuse] Catch a nigga with a choppa, choppa All my partners about 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 [Chorus x2: Lil Herb & Zuse] Heaven or Hell, heaven or hell, heaven or hell Dead or Jail, dead or in jail, dead or in jail [Verse 2: Lil Herb] 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 from Kingston [Chorus x2] [Verse 3: Zuse] 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'm gon 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'm a catch your man, I know he won't peep it [Chorus x2] [Verse 4: Lil Herb & Zuse] 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 lover, make you disappear Tell them Abracadabra, shoot you with choppa Bullet bite you like a whopper, catch him on the blocka [Chorus x2] [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""