[Intro]

Is it true what the good book say

Concerning the Judgement Day?

If I don't kneel down and pray

Will I be a sinner for—

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

Yeah, 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

Shit, I done talked my way up out the hood

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

Now if you followed my footsteps and walked in my shoes

You wouldn't go against me cause you know you would lose

It's been a long time coming, I done paid my dues

Now every time I turn around, it's like I'm back in the news

I know a lotta niggas want me wearing cement shoes

And Uncle Tom niggas wanna see me locked up too

Around the same time KRS was writing Black Cop

I was busy tryna pump cracks in the back blocks

Popping shit to my homies about how my gat pop

Got rid of that chrome thing and got a black Glock

P-90 held 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 itching my hand

Some shot it out with me, and some of 'em ran

And some of the gats worked good and some of 'em jammed

[Chorus: 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

Shit, I done talked my way up out the hood

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

Shit, I done talked my way up out the hood

[Verse 2: Havoc]

Now if you take a good look and look into my face

A nigga wouldn't even dare to violate my space

Son, I did so much dirt, I'm tryna clean my slate

And ate so many niggas' 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 Lyle got knocked, the Feds hit him 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 wanting to murk us

Found myself asking God, "What the fuck is my purpose?"

You go to heaven, know I'm foul but put a good word in

[Chorus: 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

Shit, I done talked my way up out the hood

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

Shit, I done talked my way up out the hood

[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'ma see him when I see him

And when I see him, I'ma (beat him like the movie)

For leaving us out to dry in straight poverty

For not showing me no signs they watching over me

Look, we a new breed in 2006

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, you pray to angels

I'm praying to myself hoping I ain't gotta spank you

My bullets'll shank you

And when my gun start cutting, ain't nobody gon' save you

In the Bible times, they ain't had to deal with the shit

We been dealing with, these survival times

[Chorus: 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

Shit, I done talked my way up out the hood

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

Shit, I done talked my way up out the hood