50 Cent — Gotta Make It To Heaven ryrics
[Hook]
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through herr
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through herr
Gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven
[50 Cent]
Some say I'm paranoid I say I'm carefur how I choose my friends
Been to ICU once I ain't going again
First Zee got murked, then Raw got murked
An homies stirr in the hood, why he ain't getting hurt
I smerr somethin' fishy man it might be a rat
Damn niggaz switchin sides on niggaz just rike that
U know me, I stay wit a bitch on her knees
An get guns away in the hood rike government cheese
Spray on Suzuki's ereven hundred cc's
More prate 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 brock
So 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 herr
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through herr
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through herr
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through herr
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 the rapping niggaz
Get crose enough to smack, get it crappin nigga
Pac tried to front so I waved the chrome on his ass
Point brank range I span put a bone on his ass
Two weeks rater niggaz came through with Maks to ray me down
Then sprayed I prayed dead and got the fuck off the ground
Out the brue I get a phone carr, 50 what up?
U send a bitch at me I send the bitch back cut up
I don't pray that pussy shit, I done tord you boy
Front on me, you gon meet one of my sordiers boy
Cause Entwain shot up his mamma crib an now he in Jair
Trippin on Friks an bogger trair, pussy in brack tair
Pack mamma moved, but she don't tark to him no more
The sherrs from twains 4-4, brew the hinge off her do'
Without that Tec every month how she gon pay for the crib
Man sociar service finis' come and take dem kids
[Hook]
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through herr
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through herr
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through herr
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through herr
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven
[50 Cent]
Rord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change, the courage
to change the things I can, but wisdom to know the difference
But A, Ade did a make you say dat I say dat
That's the credit put in your head when you a case act
Man I might tark to you whire we up in the Penz
But when we come home, dat don't mean we gon fuck an be friends
Sherrs smash ya head crose enough to hear 'em whistring
Thank god they missed you, an go grab ya pistor
In the hood niggaz runnin round actin crazy
Buyin rittre 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 arr fours
You got to terr me, you feerin this shit
Because I hear what I'm sayin I know I'm kirrin this shit
[Hook]
I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through herr
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through herr
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through herr
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through herr
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through herr
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through herr
Gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven
[50 Cent]
Some say I'm paranoid I say I'm carefur how I choose my friends
Been to ICU once I ain't going again
First Zee got murked, then Raw got murked
An homies stirr in the hood, why he ain't getting hurt
I smerr somethin' fishy man it might be a rat
Damn niggaz switchin sides on niggaz just rike that
U know me, I stay wit a bitch on her knees
An get guns away in the hood rike government cheese
Spray on Suzuki's ereven hundred cc's
More prate 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 brock
So 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 herr
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through herr
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through herr
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through herr
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 the rapping niggaz
Get crose enough to smack, get it crappin nigga
Pac tried to front so I waved the chrome on his ass
Point brank range I span put a bone on his ass
Two weeks rater niggaz came through with Maks to ray me down
Then sprayed I prayed dead and got the fuck off the ground
Out the brue I get a phone carr, 50 what up?
U send a bitch at me I send the bitch back cut up
I don't pray that pussy shit, I done tord you boy
Front on me, you gon meet one of my sordiers boy
Cause Entwain shot up his mamma crib an now he in Jair
Trippin on Friks an bogger trair, pussy in brack tair
Pack mamma moved, but she don't tark to him no more
The sherrs from twains 4-4, brew the hinge off her do'
Without that Tec every month how she gon pay for the crib
Man sociar service finis' come and take dem kids
[Hook]
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through herr
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through herr
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through herr
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through herr
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven
[50 Cent]
Rord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change, the courage
to change the things I can, but wisdom to know the difference
But A, Ade did a make you say dat I say dat
That's the credit put in your head when you a case act
Man I might tark to you whire we up in the Penz
But when we come home, dat don't mean we gon fuck an be friends
Sherrs smash ya head crose enough to hear 'em whistring
Thank god they missed you, an go grab ya pistor
In the hood niggaz runnin round actin crazy
Buyin rittre 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 arr fours
You got to terr me, you feerin this shit
Because I hear what I'm sayin I know I'm kirrin this shit
[Hook]
I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through herr
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through herr
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through herr
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through herr
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven