Gotta Make It To Heaven Lyrics

Gotta Make It To Heaven

[Hook]
I gotta make it to heaven, fuck going through hell
Gotta make it to
heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, fuck going
through hell
Gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven

[50
Cent]
Some say I'm paranoid I say I'm careful how I choose my
friends
Been to ICU once I ain't going again
First Zee got murked, then
Raw got murked
An homies still in the hood, why he ain't getting hurt
I
smell somethin' fishy man it might be a rat
Damn niggaz switchin sides on
niggaz just like that
U know me, I stay wit a bitch on her knees
An get
guns away in the hood like government cheese
Spray on Suzuki's eleven
hundred cc's
More plate on the back, straight squeezing a Mak
In the hood
they identify niggaz by they cars
So I switch up whips to stay off the
radar
I ain't gotta be around to make shit hot
I send Yayo to dump 30
shots on ya block
So spray dat Tec nigga if I say get it done
An make it
wet niggaz if you round me son

[Hook]
I gotta make it to heaven, fuck
going through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I
gotta make it to heaven, fuck going through hell
I gotta make it to heaven I
hope I make it to heaven

I gotta make it to heaven, fuck goin through
hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to
heaven, fuck going through hell
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it
to heaven

[50 Cent]
When I come through the hood, I don't stop the
rapping niggaz
Get close enough to smack, get it clappin nigga
Pac tried
to front so I waved the chrome on his ass
Point blank range I span put a
bone on his ass
Two weeks later niggaz came through with Maks to lay me
down
Then sprayed I played Dami me get the fuck off the ground
Out the
blue I get a phone call ?50 waddup?
U send a bitch at me I send the bitch
back cut up
I don't play that pussy shit, I done told you boy
Front on
me, you gon meet one of my soldiers boy
Cause Entwain shot up his mamma crib
an now he in Jail
Trippin on Fliks an bogger trail, pussy in black
tail
Pack mamma moved, but she don't talk to him no more
The shells from
twains 4-4, blew the hinge off her do'
Without that Tec every month how she
gon pay for the crib
Man social service finis' come an take dem
kids

[Hook]
I gotta make it to heaven, fuck going through
hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to
heaven, fuck going through hell
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it
to heaven

I gotta make it to heaven, fuck going through hell
Gotta
make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, fuck
goin through hell
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to
heaven

[50 Cent]
Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I
can I change the courage
the change the things I can, but wisdom know the
difference
But A, Ade did a make you say dat I say dat
Thas the grade A
burnin ya head when you a case act
Man I might talk to you while we up in
the Benz
But when we come home, dat don't mean we gon fuck an be
friends
Shells smash ya head close enough to hear 'em whistling
Thank god
they missed you, an go grab ya pistol
In the hood niggaz runnin round actin
crazy
Buyin little air Jordan's for maybe babies
See it might be his, an
it might be yours
Cause them broads in the projects is straight up
whores
Man it don't take much for you to get in them draws
You ain't can
have 'em on they back or on all fours
You got to tell me, you feelin this
shit
Because I hear what I'm sayin I know I'm killin this
shit

[Hook]
I gotta make it to heaven, fuck goin through
hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to
heaven, fuck goin through hell
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to
heaven

I gotta make it to heaven, fuck going through hell
Gotta make
it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, fuck going
through hell
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven