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(feat. 50 Cent)
Intro: 50 Cent
Yeah!
Chorus: 50 Cent
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
s**t, 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
s**t, I done talk my way up out of the hood
Verse 1: 50 Cent
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 everytime I turn around it's like I'm back in the news
I know alot of want me wearin cement shoes
And Uncle Tom 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 s**t 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 nigg* 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
Chorus: 50 Cent
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
s**t, 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
s**t, I done talk my way out of the hood
Verse 2: Havoc
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 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 h*t 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 d*mn near watned to mirk us
Found myself askin God what the fk is my purpose
You go to heaven, know I'm foul but put a good word in
Chorus: 50 Cent
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
s**t, 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
s**t, I done talk my way out of the hood
Verse 3: Prodigy
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 stariught 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 fk about that religious bulls**t
nigg* show me where the cash at
The nice whips with the three car garage to fit them
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 s**t
We dealin within, these survival times
Chorus: 50 Cent
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
s**t, I done talk my way up 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
s**t, I done talk my way up out of the hood