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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 talk my way out of the hood

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

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

Poppin' to my homeys about how my gat pop
Got rid of that thing and got back a black glock
P ninety hold ten but I had six
I used to around with it and risk gettin' knocked

I bought a fresh box of bullets Old Man Sam
Wanted to a nigga so bad it was itchin' my hand
Some shot it out 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
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

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 the flow I'm good
Shit, I talk my way out of the hood

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

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

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

Start everything from everything from heads to the
And had half the hood damn near wanted to us
Found askin' God what the fuck 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
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 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 talk my way out of the hood

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

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

Nigga show me where the at
The nice whips the three 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 start
Ain't gon' save you
In the bible times, ain't had to deal with the shit
We dealin' within, these times

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 with the flow I'm good
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 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