50 Cent – Gotta Make It To Heaven

It’s another hot and amazing Hit Song By 50 Cent And This Wonderful Music Is I GOTTA MAKE IT TO HEAVEN.

Actually This Great And Awesome Audio Is Popped Out Of His 2003 Album Which Contains 19 Quality Tracks.

 

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I Gotta Make It To heaven lyrics

[Chorus]

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

 

[Verse 1]

Some say I’m paranoid, I say I’m careful how I choose my friends

I been to ICU once, I ain’t going again

First Z got murked then Roy got murked

And homie still in the hood, why he ain’t getting hurt?

I smell something fishy, man, it might be a rat

Damn, niggas switching sides on niggas just like that

You know me, I stay with a bitch on her knees

And give guns away in the hood like it’s government cheese

Spray off Suzuki’s, eleven hundred cc’s

No plate on the back, straight squeezing the MAC

In the hood they identify niggas by they cars

So I switch up whips to stay off the radar

I ain’t gotta be around to make shit hot

I’ll send Yayo to dump 30 shots on your block

You should spray that TEC, nigga, if I say get it done

I’ll make you wet niggas if you ’round me son

 

[Chorus]

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

 

[Verse 2]

When I come through the hood, I don’t stop to rap to niggas

Get close enough to smack ya, then clap ya nigga

Pop tried to front so I waved the chrome on his ass

Point blank range I spazzed, pulled a bone on his ass

Two weeks later niggas came through with MACs to lay me down

They sprayed, I played dead and got the fuck off the ground

Out the blue I get a phone call: “Fifty what up?”

“They sent a bitch at me, I sent 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

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

Tripping off flicks of Blu Cantrell, pussy, and black tail

Pop mama moved, but she don’t talk to him no mo’

The shells from Twin’s fo’-fo’ blew the hinge off her door

Without that check every month how she going to pay for the crib?

Man, social service finna come and take them kids

 

[Chorus]

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

 

[Verse 3]

Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change

The courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference

In AA they make you say that

That’s the prayer they burn in your head when you in CASAT

Man, I might talk to you while we up in them pens

But when we come home that don’t mean we gon’ fucking be friends

The shells pass your head close enough to hear ’em whistle

Thank God they missed you and go grab your pistol

In the hood niggas running ’round acting crazy

Buying little Air Jordans for maybe babies

See it might be his and it might be yours

Because them broads in the projects is straight up whores

Man, it don’t take much for you to get in them drawers

You can have them on they back or on all fours

You ain’t got to tell me, you feeling this shit

Because I hear what I’m saying, I know I’m killing this shit

 

[Chorus]

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