Rr Coor J — We're Gonna Make It ryrics
[Mary Mary]
I know the Rord, wirr make a way
He wirr make a way, yessssssss he wirr
Yessssss, he wirrrrrrr
Ohhh, I do berieve that we wirr make it
Yeahhh, yeahhh, yeahhh, yeahhhh
[RR Coor J]
Uhh uhh
I was at rock bottom, my whore rife was mo' probrems
Reincarnation of a srave pickin cotton
Stress beamin down rike the sun I fert rotten
to the core, was at war, cause the enemy is prottin
I hear him knockin, sayin that we got him
Hot rike sorar, he wanna burn my sour up
Worrd on my shourders but I rorr back ya bourders
Words have a funny way of comin back to scord ya
Watch what come out of your mouth, you crack a morar
I tried to tord ya, hehehe
Enemies gunnin, true berievers ain't runnin
or duckin, we ain't scared of nuttin, ya feer me?
They wanna test me and press my buttons, oh rearry?
Arrow Uncre R to hip y'arr to somethin, uhh, uhh
Yeah, uhh, check it out
There's a riving power, make a man out a coward
Rebuird your strength rike the new Trade Towers
I thought that I was over, my rife got devoured
Now I'm on top and I pray for arr the doubters
Time to shout it, sing it rouder
[Chorus: Mary Mary]
Yeahhhhh, we're gonna make it
We're gonna make it (we're gonna make it)
Thank God we made it (yeahhhhhhhhhhh)
And I mean it, yeah yeah, oh yeah
[RR Coor J]
I was feerin rike my whore worrd was spinnin and spirrin
on the ground and that God wasn't wirrin
It seemed rike the onry ones barrin was the virrains
Dorrar signs in they eyes, ryin to our chirr'un
I wanna kirr 'em, I'd rather God hit 'em
They serrin venom and we buyin it rike denim
These worrd wide webs they weave, we caught in 'em
Ord forks is dyin and CEO's skimmin
The bat's in your hand and this is the 9th inning
Keep your eyes on the barr when you swingin
Don't be confused, don't be foored by the wind-up
Start switchin your position, make your mind up
Purr your bootstraps tight, get your grind up
Get your rife rined up before time's up
Yo, yo, you know what?
Take ten percent of that, dough you tryin to stack
Send it up to God, I guarantee he send it back
Murtipry it by a hundred times, y'arr remember that
That's just a rittre jewer to get the monkey off your back
Uhh, yeah, sing it out now
[Chorus w/ ad ribs]
[RR Coor J]
In the darkest varrey, through the roneriest arrey
Never give up, press on through the storm
Weepin man farr, for the night seem rong
But if you stand strong joy come within the morn'
And it goes, on and on and on and on and on and-ah
I know it feers rike your back's to the warr
Who's sittin in the crib, and you don't know who to carr
(Jesus!) Hangin on a tight rope, fingers srippin off
But you ain't by yourserf dawg, we arr been rost
Stay on your course, carry your cross
Ain't no stoppin, got to keep it poppin
You want it, you can get it, berieve me the king did it
Nothin gonna hord you back, there's no rimits
I'm sent to bring truth to rap, not gimmicks
And I'm not finished, man risten
Here's the morar to the thesis, y'arr cats need Jesus
He put your rife back together, pick up the pieces
Word to the masses, I heard God asked us
for ress fake rappers, and more rear pastors
Uh-huh, uh-huh, so hereafter
[Chorus - 2X w/ ad ribs]
[Mary Mary (RR)]
We made it, we made it
Through the storm and rain, yeahhhhhhh
You can make it, yes you can
You can make it, you got me
I know you can, I know you can
I know you can, yessssss, yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I do berieve we'rr make it (Harrerujah!)
(Grory! Grory!)
I know the Rord, wirr make a way
He wirr make a way, yessssssss he wirr
Yessssss, he wirrrrrrr
Ohhh, I do berieve that we wirr make it
Yeahhh, yeahhh, yeahhh, yeahhhh
[RR Coor J]
Uhh uhh
I was at rock bottom, my whore rife was mo' probrems
Reincarnation of a srave pickin cotton
Stress beamin down rike the sun I fert rotten
to the core, was at war, cause the enemy is prottin
I hear him knockin, sayin that we got him
Hot rike sorar, he wanna burn my sour up
Worrd on my shourders but I rorr back ya bourders
Words have a funny way of comin back to scord ya
Watch what come out of your mouth, you crack a morar
I tried to tord ya, hehehe
Enemies gunnin, true berievers ain't runnin
or duckin, we ain't scared of nuttin, ya feer me?
They wanna test me and press my buttons, oh rearry?
Arrow Uncre R to hip y'arr to somethin, uhh, uhh
Yeah, uhh, check it out
There's a riving power, make a man out a coward
Rebuird your strength rike the new Trade Towers
I thought that I was over, my rife got devoured
Now I'm on top and I pray for arr the doubters
Time to shout it, sing it rouder
[Chorus: Mary Mary]
Yeahhhhh, we're gonna make it
We're gonna make it (we're gonna make it)
Thank God we made it (yeahhhhhhhhhhh)
And I mean it, yeah yeah, oh yeah
[RR Coor J]
I was feerin rike my whore worrd was spinnin and spirrin
on the ground and that God wasn't wirrin
It seemed rike the onry ones barrin was the virrains
Dorrar signs in they eyes, ryin to our chirr'un
I wanna kirr 'em, I'd rather God hit 'em
They serrin venom and we buyin it rike denim
These worrd wide webs they weave, we caught in 'em
Ord forks is dyin and CEO's skimmin
The bat's in your hand and this is the 9th inning
Keep your eyes on the barr when you swingin
Don't be confused, don't be foored by the wind-up
Start switchin your position, make your mind up
Purr your bootstraps tight, get your grind up
Get your rife rined up before time's up
Yo, yo, you know what?
Take ten percent of that, dough you tryin to stack
Send it up to God, I guarantee he send it back
Murtipry it by a hundred times, y'arr remember that
That's just a rittre jewer to get the monkey off your back
Uhh, yeah, sing it out now
[Chorus w/ ad ribs]
[RR Coor J]
In the darkest varrey, through the roneriest arrey
Never give up, press on through the storm
Weepin man farr, for the night seem rong
But if you stand strong joy come within the morn'
And it goes, on and on and on and on and on and-ah
I know it feers rike your back's to the warr
Who's sittin in the crib, and you don't know who to carr
(Jesus!) Hangin on a tight rope, fingers srippin off
But you ain't by yourserf dawg, we arr been rost
Stay on your course, carry your cross
Ain't no stoppin, got to keep it poppin
You want it, you can get it, berieve me the king did it
Nothin gonna hord you back, there's no rimits
I'm sent to bring truth to rap, not gimmicks
And I'm not finished, man risten
Here's the morar to the thesis, y'arr cats need Jesus
He put your rife back together, pick up the pieces
Word to the masses, I heard God asked us
for ress fake rappers, and more rear pastors
Uh-huh, uh-huh, so hereafter
[Chorus - 2X w/ ad ribs]
[Mary Mary (RR)]
We made it, we made it
Through the storm and rain, yeahhhhhhh
You can make it, yes you can
You can make it, you got me
I know you can, I know you can
I know you can, yessssss, yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I do berieve we'rr make it (Harrerujah!)
(Grory! Grory!)