(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

%#@!, 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
%#@!, 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 ^!$$%z want me wearin cement shoes

And Uncle Tom ^!$$%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 %#@! 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 ^!$$% 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
%#@!, 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
%#@!, 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 ^!$$%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 hit 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 damn near watned to mirk us
Found myself askin God what the $#&@ 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
%#@!, 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

%#@!, 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 $#&@ about that religious bull%#@!

^!$$% show me where the cash at
The nice whips with the three car garage to fit them %#@!s
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 %#@!
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
%#@!, 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
%#@!, I done talk my way out of the hood