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 with the flow I'm good Shit, I done talk my way out of the
Now if you followed my footsteps and walked through my You wouldn't go against me you know you would lose It's been along comin' I done paid my dues Now every time I turn it's like I'm back in the news
I alot of niggaz want me wearin' cement shoes And Tom niggaz wanna see me locked up to Around the same KRS was writin' Black Cop I was busy to pump cracks in the black blocks
Poppin' to my homeys 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 with it and risk gettin' knocked
I a fresh box of bullets from Old Man Sam Wanted to a nigga so bad it was itchin' my hand Some it out with me, and some of them ran And some of them dashed were good and of them jammed
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 with the flow I'm good Shit, I talk my way out of the hood
Homey, if I go to and you make 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 talk my way out of the hood
Now if you take a good look and into my face And if they wouldn't even to violate my space Som' I did so much dirt, I'm to clean my slate And ate so many food and now they want mines ate
The dogs bark when I walk and the souls I took Moms pray for me with her right hand on the book Saw shots fly by me, no, I shouldn't been The Pulp Fiction must have God's divine intervention
Wouldn't thought from that, I learned my lesson And my act up and go straight to perfection Uncle La got knocked the feds hit it seven And left me with the fifty cal and a mac
Start from everything from heads to the worries And had half the hood damn near to mirk us Found myself askin' God what the is my purpose You go to heaven, know I'm foul but put a good in
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 I'm good 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 with the flow I'm good Shit, I talk my way out of the hood
Now if I go to Hell and you make it to the pearly gates Tell the man we got beef And tell his son, I'm a see him when I see him And when I see him, I'm a beat him like a
For us out to dry on straight poverty For not showin' me no signs they watchin' me Yo! We a new breed in two six We don't give a fuck about that religious
show me where the cash at The nice with the three car garage to fit them shits Man my life is painful, pray to I'm to myself hopin', I ain't got to spank you
My bullets you, and when my guns start cuttin' nobody gon' save you In the bible times, they had to deal with the shit We dealin' within, these 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 with the flow I'm good Shit, I talk my way out of the hood
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