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50 Cent
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Gotta Make It Heaven
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I 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
Some say, I'm paranoid, I say, I'm careful how I choose my friends I been to I.C.U. once I ain't going again First Zee got murked, then Roy got murked And homies still in the hood, why he ain't gettin' hurt?
I smell somethin' fishy man it might be a rat Damn niggaz switchin' sides on niggaz just like that You know me, I stay wit a bitch on her knees And get guns away in the hood like government cheese
Spray off Suzuki's eleven hundred cc's More plate on the back, straight squeezin' a Mak In the hood they identify niggaz by they cars So I switch off bass 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
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I 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 goin' through hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I 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
When I come through the hood, I don't stop to rap the 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 spat put a bone on his ass
Two weeks later niggaz came through with Maks to lay me down Then sprayed, I played dead the got the fuck off the ground Out the blue, I get a phone call 50 waddup? They sent 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 Antwed shot up his mamma crib an now he in jail 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Trippin' on Fliks an bogger trail, pussy in black tail
Pac mamma moved but she don't talk to him no more The shells from twains 4-4, blew the hinge off her door Without that check every month, how she gon pay for the crib Man social service finis' come an' take dem kids
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I 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 goin' through hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I 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
Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things, I cannot change The courage to change the things I can and wisdom know the difference But A, Ade did a make you say dat That's the pray they burn in ya head when you a case act
Man I might talk to you while we up in them pens But when we come home, dat don't mean we gon fuck an be friends Shells smash ya head close enough to hear 'em whistlin' 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 drawers You ain't 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
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I 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 goin' through hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I 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
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