50 Cent - Gotta Make It To Heaven Lyrics
[Hook]I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hellGotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heavenI gotta make it to heaven, for going through hellGotta 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 friendsBeen to ICU once I ain't going againFirst Zee got murked, then Raw got murkedAn homies still in the hood, why he ain't getting hurtI smell somethin' fishy man it might be a ratDamn niggaz switchin sides on niggaz just like thatU know me, I stay wit a ***** on her kneesAn get guns away in the hood like government cheeseSpray on Suzuki's eleven hundred cc'sMore plate on the back, straight squeezing a MakIn the hood they identify niggaz by they carsSo I switch up whips to stay off the radarI ain't gotta be around to make shit hotI send Yayo to dump 30 shots on ya blockSo spray dat Tec nigga if I say get it doneAn make it wet niggaz if you round me son[Hook]I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hellGotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heavenI gotta make it to heaven, for going through hellI gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heavenI gotta make it to heaven, for goin through hellGotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heavenI gotta make it to heaven, for going through hellI 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 niggazGet close enough to smack, get it clappin niggaPac tried to front so I waved the chrome on his assPoint blank range I span put a bone on his assTwo weeks later niggaz came through with Maks to lay me downThen sprayed I played Dami me get the ***** off the groundOut the blue I get a phone call ?50 waddup?U send a ***** at me I send the ***** back cut upI don't play that ***** shit, I done told you boyFront on me, you gon meet one of my soldiers boyCause Entwain shot up his mamma crib an now he in JailTrippin on Fliks an bogger trail, ***** in black tailPack mamma moved, but she don't talk to him no moreThe shells from twains 4-4, blew the hinge off her do'Without that Tec every month how she gon pay for the cribMan social service finis' come an take dem kids[Hook]I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hellGotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heavenI gotta make it to heaven, for I make it to heavenI gotta make it to heaven, for going through hellGotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heavenI gotta make it to heaven, for goin through hellI 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 couragethe change the things I can, but wisdom know the differenceBut A, Ade did a make you say dat I say datThas the grade A burnin ya head when you a case actMan I might talk to you while we up in the BenzBut when we come home, dat don't mean we gon ***** an be friendsShells smash ya head close enough to hear 'em whistlingThank god they missed you, an go grab ya pistolIn the hood niggaz runnin round actin crazyBuyin little air Jordan's for maybe babiesSee it might be his, an it might be yoursCause them broads in the projects is straight up whoresMan it don't take much for you to get in them drawsYou ain't can have 'em on they back or on all foursYou got to tell me, you feelin this shitBecause I hear what I'm sayin I know I'm killin this shit[Hook]I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through hellGotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heavenI gotta make it to heaven, for goin through hellI gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heavenI gotta make it to heaven, for going through hellGotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heavenI gotta make it to heaven, for going through hellI gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven
