Gotta 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

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

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 something fishy man it might be a rat

Damn niggaz switching sides on niggaz just like that

U know me I stay wit a b**ch 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 niggaz by they cars

So I switch up whips to stay off the radar

I ain't gotta be around to make sh*t hot

I send yayo to dump 30 shots on your block

So spray dat tec ni**a if I say get it done

An make it wet niggaz if you round me son

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 going 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 the rapping niggaz

Get close enough to smack get it clapping ni**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 niggaz came through with maks to lay me down

Then sprayed I played dami me get the f**k off the ground

Out the blue I get a phone call 50 waddup

U send a b**ch at me I send the b**ch back cut up

I don't play that p**sy sh*t I done told you boy

Front on me you gon meet one of my soldiers boy

Cousin Twin shot up his mamma crib an now he in jail

Tripping on fliks an bogger trail p**sy 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 an take dem kids

I gotta make it to heaven for going through hell

I gotta make it to heaven I 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

Gotta make it to heaven for going through hell

I gotta make it to heaven I 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

Lord grant me the serenity to accept the things I can I change the courage

The change the things I can but wisdom know the difference

But a ade did a make you say dat I say dat

Thas the grade a burning your head when you a case act

Man I might talk to you while we up in the benz

But when we come home dat don't mean we gon f**k an be friends

Shells smash your head close enough to hear 'em whistling

Thank god they missed you an go grab your pistol

In the hood niggaz running round acting crazy

Buying 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 feeling this sh*t

Because I hear what I'm saying I know I'm killing this sh*t

I gotta make it to heaven for going through hell

I gotta make it to heaven I 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

I gotta make it to heaven I 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