50 Cent - Pearly Gates lyrics

[Intro] Is it true what the good book say concerning the Judgement Day If I don't kneel down and pray [Hook: 50 Cent] 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 sh**, I done talk my way outta 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 coming I done paid my dues Now everytime I turn around it's like I'm back in the news I know a lotta n***as want me wearing cement shoes And Uncle Tom n***as wanna see me locked up to Around the same time KRS was writing Black Cop I was busy tryna pump cracks in the black blocks Popping sh** to my homies 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 n***a so bad it was itching my hand Some shot it out with me, and some of them ran And some of the gats worked good and some of em jammed [Hook] [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 tryna clean my slate And ate so many n***as 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 watned to murk us Found myself asking God what the f** is my purpose You go to heaven, know I'm foul but put a good word in [Hook] [Verse 3: Prodigy] 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 a 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 f** about that [religious bullsh**] n***a show me where the cash at The nice whips with the three car garage to fit them sh**s Man my life is painful, 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 sh** We dealing within, these survival times [Hook]