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
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 3