Pearly Gates

Is it true what the good book say

Concerning the Judgement Day?

If I don't kneel down and pray

Will I be a sinner for—






Yeah, homie 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 talked my way up out 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 a long time coming, I done paid my dues

Now everytime I turn around, it's like I'm back in the news

I know a lotta niggas want me wearing cement shoes

And Uncle Tom niggas wanna see me locked up too

Around the same time KRS was writing "Black Cop"

I was busy tryna pump cracks in the back blocks

Popping shit to my homies 'bout how my gat pop

Got rid of that chrome thing and got a black Glock

P-90 hold ten but I had six shots

I used to walk around wit' 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 itching my hand

Some shot it out with me, and some of 'em ran

And some of the gats worked good and some of 'em jammed






Homie 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 up out the hood

Homie 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 up out the hood






Now if you take a good look and look into my face

A nigga wouldn't even dare to violate my space

Son I did so much dirt I'm tryna clean my slate

And ate so many niggas food and now they want mines ate

The dogs bark when I walk and sense the souls I took

Moms pray for me with her right hand on the good book

Saw shots fly by me, know I should've been dripping

The Pulp Fiction musta been God's divine intervention

Wouldn't thought then from that, I've learned my lesson

And clean my act up and go straight to confession

Uncle La got knocked, the feds hit it with seven

And left me with the 50 cal. and a Mac 11

Stuck everything from everything from heads to the workers

And had half the hood damn near wanting to murk us

Found myself asking God what the fuck is my purpose

You go to heaven, know I'm foul but put a good word in






Homie 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 up out the hood

Homie 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 up out the hood






Now homie 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'mma see him when I see him

And when I see him, I'mma (beat him like the movie)

For leaving us out to dry on straight poverty

For not showing me no signs they watching over me

Look, we a new breed in 2006

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, you pray to angels

I'm praying to myself hoping I ain't got to spank you

My bullets shank you

And when my guns start cutting, ain't nobody gon' save you

In the Bible times, they ain't had to deal with

The shit we dealing within, these survival times






Homie 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 up out the hood

Homie 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 up out the hood