50 Cent - Gotta Make It To Heaven lyrics

[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 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 Raw 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 n***az switchin sides on n***az just like that U know me, I stay wit a b**h on her knees An get 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 n***az by they cars So I switch up whips to stay off the radar I ain't gotta be around to make sh** hot I send Yayo to dump 30 shots on ya block So spray dat Tec n***a if I say get it done An make it wet n***az 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 the rapping n***az Get close enough to smack, get it clappin n***a Pac tried to front so I waved the chrome on his a** Point blank range I span put a bone on his a** Two weeks later n***az came through with Maks to lay me down Then sprayed I played dead and got the f** off the ground Out the blue I get a phone call, 50 what up? U send a b**h at me I send the b**h back cut up I don't play that p**y sh**, I done told you boy Front on me, you gon meet one of my soldiers boy Cause Entwain shot up his mamma crib an now he in Jail Trippin on Fliks an bogger trail, p**y in black tail Pack mamma moved, but she don't talk to him no more The shells from twains 4-4, blew the hinge off her do' Without that Tec every month how she gon pay for the crib Man social service finis' come and 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] Lord, 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 talk to you while we up in the Penz But when we come home, dat don't mean we gon f** an be friends Shells smash ya head close enough to hear 'em whistling Thank god they missed you, an go grab ya pistol In the hood n***az 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 who*es 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 sh** Because I hear what I'm sayin I know I'm k**in this sh** [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