50 cent – Gotta Make It To Heaven scritto da admin 20 Gennaio 2016 (Hook) I gotta makeit to heaven, for going through hell Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for 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 Roy 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 give 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 Cause he’ll spray dat Tec nigga if I say get it done An make it wet niggaz if you round me son <br /> (Hook) I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through hell Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for 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 to rap to niggaz Get close enough to smack, get it clappin nigga Pop tried to front so I waved the chrome at his ass Point blank range I spazzed blew a bone out his ass Two weeks later niggaz came through with Maks to lay me down They sprayed I played Dead and got the fuck off the ground Out the blue I get a phone call ?50 waddup? U send a bitch to 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 Cousin twig shot up his mamma crib, now he in Jail Trippin off Fliks of blue cantrell, pussy and black tail Pop mamma moved, but she don’t talk to him no more The shells from twig 4-4, blew the hinge off her do’ Without that check 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, for going through hell Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through hell I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven (50 Cent) God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change the courage the change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference The A80’ll make you say that Thats the prayer they burn in ya head when you in K-SAC Man I might talk to you while we up in the pens But when we come home, dat don’t mean we gon fuckin be friends Shells pass 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, for goin through hell Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through hell I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven