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mobb deep - pearly gates lyrics

(feat. 50 cent)

[intro: 50 cent]
yeah!

[chorus: 50 cent]
homey if i go to h-ll 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-t, i done talk my way out of the hood
homey if i go to h-ll 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-t, i done talk my way 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 n-gg-z want me wearin cement shoes
and uncle tom n-gg-z 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 sh-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 n-gg- 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

[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 sp-ce
som i did so much dirt i’m tryin to clean my slate
and ate so many n-gg-z 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 f-ck is my purpose
you go to heaven, know i’m foul but put a good word in

[verse 3: prodigy]
now homey if i go to h-ll 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 f-ck about that religious bullsh-t
n-gg- show me where the cash at
the nice whips with the three car garage to fit them sh-ts
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 n-body ‘gon save you
in the bible times, they ain’t had to deal with the sh-t
we dealin within, these survival times

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