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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 special with the I'm good
Shit, I done my way out of the hood

Now if you followed my footsteps and walked through my
You go against me cause you know you would lose
It's been along time comin' I done my dues
Now every time I around it's like I'm back in the news

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

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

I bought a box of bullets from Old Man Sam
Wanted to shoot a nigga so bad it was my hand
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 and you make it to Heaven
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 talk my way out of the hood

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

Now if you a good look and look into my face
And if they even dare to violate my space
I did so much dirt, I'm tryin' to clean my slate
And ate so many niggaz food and now they want ate

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

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

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

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 special with the flow I'm
Shit, I done talk my way out of the

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

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

For us out to dry on straight poverty
For not showin' me no signs they over me
Yo! We a new in two thousand six
We don't a fuck about that religious bullshit

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

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

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