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Homey, if I go to Hell and you it to Heaven
get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special the flow I'm good
Shit, I done my way out of the hood

Now if you followed my and walked through my shoes
You wouldn't go against me cause you you would lose
It's been along time comin' I done my dues
Now time I turn around it's like I'm back in the news

I know alot of want me wearin' cement shoes
And Uncle Tom niggaz wanna see me up to
the same time KRS was writin' Black Cop
I was busy tryin' to pump cracks in the black

Poppin' shit to my about how my gat pop
Got rid of chrome thing and got back a black glock
P ninety ten but I had six shots
I used to walk around it and risk gettin' knocked

I bought a box of bullets from Old Man Sam
Wanted to shoot a nigga so bad it was itchin' my
Some shot it out with me, and some of ran
And some of them dashed were good and of them jammed

Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to
get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm
Shit, I done my way out of the hood

Homey, if I go to and you make it to Heaven
get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done my way out of the hood

Now if you take a look and look into my face
And if wouldn't even dare to violate my space
Som' I did so much dirt, I'm tryin' to my slate
And ate so many niggaz food and now they want ate

The dogs bark when I walk and since the souls I
Moms pray for me with her right on the good book
Saw shots fly by me, no, I shouldn't trippin'
The Pulp Fiction must have God's divine intervention

Wouldn't thought from that, I learned my lesson
And clean my act up and go straight to
Uncle La got the feds hit it with seven
And me with the fifty cal and a mac eleven

Start everything from everything heads to the worries
And had half the hood damn wanted to mirk us
Found askin' God what the fuck is my purpose
You go to heaven, know I'm but put a good word in

Homey, if I go to Hell and you it to Heaven
get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the

Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to
Just get me to the gate, and I'll my way in
Got a gift, I'm special the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the

Now if I go to Hell and you make it to the pearly gates
the boss man we got beef
And his only son, I'm a see him when I see him
And when I see him, I'm a beat him like a

For leavin' us out to dry on straight
For not showin' me no signs watchin' over me
Yo! We a new breed in two six
We give a fuck about that religious bullshit

Nigga me where the cash at
The nice with the three car garage to fit them shits
Man my is painful, pray to angels
I'm prayin' to hopin', I ain't got to spank you

My bullets shank you, and when my guns start
Ain't nobody save you
In the times, they ain't had to deal with the shit
We dealin' within, survival times

Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to
Just get me to the gate, and I'll my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm
Shit, I done talk my way out of the

Homey, if I go to and you make it to Heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll my way in
Got a gift, I'm with the flow I'm good
Shit, I talk my way out of the hood