Album Name

Get Rich Or Die Tryin'

Artist

50 Cent

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2003.02.06

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

Gotta Make It To Heaven - 50 Cent
I gotta make it to heaven
fuck going through hell
Gotta make it to heaven
gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven
fuck 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 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
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 shit hot
I send Yayo to dump
30 shots on ya block
So spray dat Tec nigga
if I say get it done
An make it wet niggaz
if you round me son
I gotta make it to heaven
fuck going through hell
Gotta make it to heaven
gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven
fuck going through hell
I gotta make it to heaven
I hope I make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven
fuck goin through hell
Gotta make it to heaven
gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven
fuck 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
U 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
fuck going through hell
Gotta make it to heaven
gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven
fuck going through hell
I gotta make it to heaven
I hope I make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven
fuck going through hell
Gotta make it to heaven
gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven
fuck goin 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 burnin ya
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 fuck an be friends
Shells smash ya head close
enough to hear 'em whistling
Thank god they missed you
an 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 ain't can have 'em on
they back or on all fours
You 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
fuck goin through hell
Gotta make it to heaven
gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven
fuck goin through hell
I gotta make it to heaven
I hope I make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven
fuck going through hell
Gotta make it to heaven
gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven
fuck going through hell
I gotta make it to heaven
I hope I make it to heaven