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点击复制Gotta Make It To Heaven (Album Version|Edited) - 50 Cent
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