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