Gotta Make It to Heaven

I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it to Heaven I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through hell I 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 I been to I.C.U. once I ain't going again First Zee got murked, then Roy got murked And homies still in the hood, why he ain't gettin' hurt? I smell somethin' fishy man it might be a rat Damn n****z switchin' sides on n****z just like that You know me, I stay wit a b**** on her knees And get guns away in the hood like government cheese Spray off Suzuki's eleven hundred cc's More plate on the back, straight squeezin' a Mak In the hood they identify n****z by they cars So I switch off ba** to stay off the radar I ain't gotta be around to make s*** hot I send Yayo to dump 30 shots on ya block So spray dat Tec n**** if I say get it done An make it wet n****z if you 'round me son I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it to Heaven I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I hope I make it to Heaven I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it to Heaven I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' 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 to rap the n****z Get close enough to smack, get it clappin' n**** Pac tried to front so I waved the chrome on his a** Point Blank range, I spat put a bone on his a** Two weeks later n****z came through with Maks to lay me down Then sprayed, I played dead the got the f*** off the ground Out the blue, I get a phone call 50 waddup? They sent a b**** at me I send the b**** back cut up I don't play that p**** s***, I done told you boy Front on me, you gon meet one of my soldiers boy 'Cause Antwed shot up his mamma crib an now he in jail Trippin' on Fliks an bogger trail, p**** in black tail Pac mamma moved but she don't talk to him no more The shells from twains 4-4, blew the hinge off her door Without that check 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 goin' through hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it to Heaven I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I hope I make it to Heaven I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it to Heaven I gotta make it to Heaven, for 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 cannot change The courage to change the things I can and wisdom know the difference But A, Ade did a make you say dat That's the pray they burn in ya head when you a case act Man I might talk to you while we up in them pens But when we come home, dat don't mean we gon f*** an be friends Shells smash ya head close enough to hear 'em whistlin' Thank God they missed you, an' go grab ya pistol In the hood n****z 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 drawers You ain't can have 'em on they back or on all fours You ain't got to tell me, you feelin' this s*** Because I hear what I'm sayin', I know I'm killin' this s*** I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it to Heaven I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I hope I make it to Heaven I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it to Heaven I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I hope I make it to Heaven