50 Cent, Mobb Deep - Pearly Gates lyrics

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 in 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 every time 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 about
How my gat pop got rid of that chrome thing
And got a black Glock
P-90 held 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 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 talked 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 talked 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 Lyle got knocked
The Feds hit him 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 talked 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 talked 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'ma see him when I see him
And when I see him, I'ma
(beat him like the movie)
For leaving us out to dry in 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 shit's
Man my life is painful, you pray to angels
I'm praying to myself hoping I
Ain't gotta spank you
My bullets'll shank you
And when my gun start cutting
Ain't nobody gon' save you
In the Bible times
They ain't had to deal with the shit
We been dealing with, 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 talked 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 talked my way up out the hood