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
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: G Unit, Interscope
Song language: English
Pearly Gates |
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 |
Shit, 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 |
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood |
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 niggaz want me wearin cement shoes |
And Uncle Tom niggaz 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 shit 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 nigga 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 |
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 |
Shit, 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 |
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood |
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 niggaz 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 fuck is my purpose |
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 |
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 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 |
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood |
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 fuck about that religious bullshit |
Nigga show me where the cash at The nice whips with the three car garage to fit them shits |
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 shit |
We dealin within, these survival times |
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 |
Shit, 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 |
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood |