Mobb Deep Follow

(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

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

[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

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

[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

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

[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

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