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Gotta Make it to Heaven Lyrics

These are the lyrics to song Gotta Make it to Heaven as performed by 50 Cent

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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 up in I.C.U once, I ain't going again
First Dee got murked, then Roy got murked
And homies still in the hood, why he ain't getting hurt

I smell somethin' fishy man it might be a rat
Damn niggaz switchin' sides on niggaz just like that
You know me, I stay with a bitch on her knees
And give guns away in the hood like the government cheese

Spray on Suzuki's, 1100 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 shit hot
I send Yayo to dump 30 shots on ya block
So spray dat Tec nigga if I say, "Get it done"
And make it wet niggaz if you round me son

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

When I come through the hood, I don't stop the rapping niggaz
Get close enough to smack, get it clappin' nigga
Pac tried to front so I waved the chrome on his ass
Point blank range I span put a bone on his ass

Two weeks later niggaz came through with Maks to lay me down
Then sprayed I played Dami me get the fuck off the ground
Out the blue I get a phone call, "50, waddup?"
You send a bitch at me I send the bitch back cut up

I don't play that pussy shit, 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, pussy 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

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

Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
The courage the change the things I can
The wisdom to know the difference
In AA they make you say dat
that's the prayer they burn in ya head when you a case act

Man, I might talk to you while we up in the pens
But when we come home, dat don't mean we gon' fuckin' be friends
Shells smash ya head close enough to hear 'em whistling
Thank God, they missed you, and go grab ya pistol

In the hood niggaz runnin' 'round actin' crazy
Buyin' little Air Jordan's for maybe babies
See it might be his, and 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 can have 'em on they back or on all fours
You ain't got to tell me, you feelin' this shit
Because I hear what I'm sayin' I know I'm killin' this shit

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

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