50 Cent - Gotta Make It To Heaven

[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 [50 Cent] 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 Zee 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 U know me, I stay wit a bitch on her knees And give guns away in the hood like it's government cheese Spray on Suzuki's eleven hundred cc's No plate on the back, straight squeezing the Mac 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 Cause he spray dat Tec nigga if I say get it done And make it wet niggaz 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 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 [50 Cent] When I come through the hood, I don't stop to rap to niggaz Get close enough to smack ya, then clap ya nigga Pop tried to front so I waved the chrome at his ass Point blank range I spazz blew a bone out his ass Two weeks later niggaz came through with Mac's to lay me down They sprayed, I played dead then got the fuck off the ground Out the blue I get a phone call, 50 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 Twizz shot up his mamma crib now he in Jail Trippin on Fliks an bogger trail, pussy and black tail Pop mamma moved, but she don't talk to him no more Cause shells from Twizz 4-4, blew the hinge off her do' Without that check every month how she gon pay for the crib Man social service fina' 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 going through hell I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven [50 Cent] God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not 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 ya 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 fuckin be friends The shells pass ya head close enough to hear 'em whistle 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, 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 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 [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