Gotta Make It To Heaven 50 Cent текст и слова песни

(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


(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