| Homey if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
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| 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
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| Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood
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| Homey if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
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| 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
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| Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood
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| Now if you followed my footsteps and walked through my shoes
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| You wouldn’t go against me cause you know you would lose
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| It’s been along time comin I done paid my dues
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| Now everytime I turn around it’s like I’m back in the news
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| I know alot of niggaz want me wearin cement shoes
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| And Uncle Tom niggaz wanna see me locked up to Around the same time KRS was writin Black Cop
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| I was busy tryin to pump cracks in the black blocks
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| Poppin shit to my homeys about how my gat pop
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| Got rid of that chrome thing and got back a black glock
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| P ninety hold ten but I had six shots
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| I used to walk around with it and risk gettin knocked
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| I bought a fresh box of bullets from Old Man Sam
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| Wanted to shoot a nigga so bad it was itchin my hand
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| Some shot it out with me, and some of them ran
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| And some of them dashed were good and some of them jammed
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| Homey if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
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| 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
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| Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood
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| Homey if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
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| 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
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| Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood
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| Now if you take a good look and look into my face
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| And if they wouldn’t even dare to violate my space
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| Som I did so much dirt I’m tryin to clean my slate
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| And ate so many niggaz food and now they want mines ate
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| The dogs bark when I walk and since the souls I took
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| Moms pray for me with her right hand on the good book
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| Saw shots fly by me no I shouldn’t been trippin
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| The Pulp Fiction must have been God’s divine intervention
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| Wouldn’t thought then from that, I learned my lesson
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| And clean my act up and go straight to perfection
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| Uncle La got knocked the feds hit it with seven
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| And left me with the fifty cal and a mac eleven
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| Start everything from everything from heads to the worries
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| And had half the hood damn near watned to mirk us Found myself askin God what the fuck is my purpose
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| You go to heaven, know I’m foul but put a good word in Homey if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
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| 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
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| Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood
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| Homey if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
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| 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
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| Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood
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| Now homey if I go to hell and you make it to the pearly gates
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| Tell the boss man we got beef
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| And tell his only son I’m a see him when I see him
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| And when I see him, I’m a beat him like a movie
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| For leavin us out to dry on stariught poverty
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| For not showin me no signs they watchin over me Yo! |
| We a new breed in two thousand six
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| We don’t give a fuck about that religious bullshit
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| Nigga show me where the cash at The nice whips with the three car garage to fit them shits
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| Man my life is painful, pray to angels
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| I’m prayin to myself hopin I ain’t got to spank you
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| My bullets shank you, and when my guns start cuttin, ain’t nobody 'gon save you
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| In the bible times, they ain’t had to deal with the shit
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| We dealin within, these survival times
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| Homey if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
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| 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
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| Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood
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| Homey if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
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| 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
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| Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pearly Gates, artist - Mobb Deep. Album song Blood Money, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп