kicked the gates into hell and started a roit in satan's castle I'm sick of this war now check it something has got to give We stormed to the back, and
long gone (Damn) Niggas learn the hard way shoulda stayed at home Got ah couple million on this uh huh Got ah couple milion on that (That's right) Got ah couple million on everything we
for the next big thing To bring them to the gates of heaven Or maybe just a late night in Vegas It's true that's what we do when we're going down swinging
'd be standin' At the gates of Heaven At the gates of Heaven At the gates of Heaven At the gates of Heaven At the gates of Heaven At the gates of Heaven
we're off of six Dab some wine on ya nipples and lick it of your tits Now we enterin' seven and you just can't wait Its like you enterin' Heavens gates when we
ok now were gunna make chips I've had enough of these little fake pricks yeah and were lunatics so bring your boys and we'll slew the pricks got more
's knockin' on the door We remain unjaded and still we go unfaded See how long we made it and never been outdated We ain't goin' out, motherfucker That's
' Cris' like its H2O All we do is spend cheese cause we love the dough Mami roll more trees before it's time to go C'mon If you got cash money then you
seekin what will transmit the scribes can apply to transcript, yo This ain't no time where the usual is suitable Tonight alive, let's describe the inscrutable The indisputable, we
really gave a fuck what it's costin Time ain't money 'cause I take my money And I take my time when I take my money I'm always careful when I make my
with you not around I know you're in Heaven smiling down Watchin' us while we pray for you Everyday we pray for you Till the day we meet again In
missing you (Puff) It's kinda hard with you not around Know you're in heaven smilin' down Watchin' us while we pray for you Everyday we pray for
Yo, yeah, yeah, T.S., T.S. Armageddon, Terror Squad It's my world (Uhh) It's my world (Uhh) What? Check this out, yo It's my life, it's my world, my
Yo Mo Bee main, drop that shit You know what time, boo yow I know it's time for you So grab one by the hand you know what I'm saying And uh, throw up
and we gonna get it at heaven We dancin our way to the gates, if you comin with me we'll need every Muslim We human, we're all in the brethren Veteran
Lord Lord thank you Lord [Trick Daddy speaking over chorus] That's right Y'all could stand up and rejoice now We about halfway through the road We got
into a rich bitch Every trick bitch wanna be a legit bitch We got big ol', big gold gates We got big ol', big gold, nickel plates (Who is it?) Behind gates, heaven
's a mistake 'Cause I got atomic bombs that cause tha Earth to quake It'll open all tha gates and 'cause heaven to shake It not God man it's me, 'cause