Текст песни
Is it true what the good book say
Concerning the Judgment 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