Pearly Gates (Album Version (Explicit)) (Feat. 50 Cent)

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