Heaven's Gate

Let me tell you about a boy that they said had a lot of swag
Wore his pants down low, drove a brand new Jag
Never had a real job, got his hustle on the streets
Stayed with two young hotties in a penthouse suite
But there was one thing about him you couldn't deny
Put your hands on his money and you had to die
His dear mother told him first around the age of eight
"One day you're going to pay your toll at Heaven's Gate"

At Heaven's Gate
At Heaven's Gate
At Heaven's Gate

Selling dope on the corner with a target on his back
While dodging them bullets like they do in Iraq
His homeboy's in the alley with a hole in his head
The crime scene tape let you know that he was dead
The sirens howling till the break of day
Had to get that loot or have Hell to pay
Couldn't give you no credit or negotiate
'Cause he didn't want to pay no toll at Heaven's Gate

At Heaven's Gate
At Heaven's Gate
At Heaven's Gate

When the gavel was hit and the signature was signed
The judge told him "Mama, your boy done messed up this time"
But the mojo had him, he knew it was his fate
He said "Mama pray for me so I don't
Have to pay no toll at Heaven's Gate"

Ha ha ha ha ha
Yeah that's what I'm talking about y'all, mmm
You see there's a moral to this story
And the moral of the story is
Always listen to your mother
'Cause mama knows best
Now let's take it to church y'all