50 Cent — Gotta Make It To Heaven

14 декабря, 2020 Mr. Good 50 Cent

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Текст 50 Cent — Gotta Make It To Heaven

[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

[50 Cent]
Some say I’m paranoid I say I’m careful how I choose my friends
I been to ICU once I ain’t going again
First Zee got murked, then Roy got murked
And 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
And give guns away in the hood like it’s government cheese
Spray on Suzuki’s eleven hundred cc’s
No plate on the back, straight squeezing the Mac
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 spray dat Tec nigga if I say get it done
And make it wet niggaz if you round me son

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

[50 Cent]
When I come through the hood, I don’t stop to rap to niggaz
Get close enough to smack ya, then clap ya nigga
Pop tried to front so I waved the chrome at his ass
Point blank range I spazz blew a bone out his ass
Two weeks later niggaz came through with Mac’s to lay me down
They sprayed, I played dead then got the fuck off the ground
Out the blue I get a phone call, 50 what up?
They sent a bitch at me I sent 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 Twizz shot up his mamma crib now he in Jail
Trippin on Fliks an bogger trail, pussy and black tail
Pop mamma moved, but she don’t talk to him no more
Cause shells from Twizz 4-4, blew the hinge off her do’
Without that check every month how she gon pay for the crib
Man social service fina’ come and take dem kids

[50 Cent]
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference
In AA they make you say that
That’s the prayer they burn in ya head when you a case act
Man I might talk to you while we up in the Penz
But when we come home, dat don’t mean we gon fuckin be friends
The shells pass ya head close enough to hear ’em whistle
Thank god they missed you, and 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 can have ’em on they back or on all fours
You ain’t got to tell me, you feelin this shit
Because I hear what I’m sayin I know I’m killin this shit