Going To Make It lyrics

PLAY CRAZY Going To Make It video First Verse:



My Daddy must have been frustrated, when he busted a nut

Then came me, crawlin` out my Mama`s guts

I never figured I`d be born in Hell

In the projects, tryin` to make a livin` off these crack sales

My Baby Mama scream "Child Support"

I can`t sleep at home, cuz a nigga sniff coke

Fuck it, I`m up early like a dope fiend

The game got me feelin` like I`m high off Terrazine

Jump in my Grand and I`m mashin`

I score my dope in Texas, down here these niggas taxin`

Twenty-two for a chicken

Sixteen for a real cut believe me, all brick-and

Now it`s time to hit the block

I call Sam and Jeff, let`s cut this shit into rocks

You know my game don`t stop

I`m postin` bail for my nigga Telly, he got caught with a glock



Chorus (uncredited singer+Crazy):



(singer)



We`re going to make it after all



(Crazy)



Niggas don`t wanna see me ball

Hold up my middle finger screamin` "Fuck `em all!"

Feel Me!



(2x)





Second Verse:



Been rappin` since an early age, I fiend for loot

I still hear, Corey Hartman, sayin` "Please don`t shoot"

Niggas wonder why I plot to make a mil in this shit

Droppin` songs in the studio, bringin` a hit

Never worried about the bitches cuz they came with paper

Me and my nigga Pretty Man is plottin` up on a caper

It`s all real in the `Ville nigga, peep my pain

For six years I was snortin` heavy, addicted to cane

With no family to turn, what else could I do?

None of my niggas couldn`t help me, they was loaded too

Dreams of bein` a big rap star circulated

Hooked up in robbin` shit, now I was drug-related

Ridin` in a blue bourbon sayin` "Fuck them Hoes"

White T-shirts, and Nikes, and a pair of girbauds

Never knowin` that the Feds were comin` tight tomorrow

Y`all bitches just don`t wanna see us ball

Feel me now



Chorus



Third Verse:



Ninety-six brought the death of Roderick, and my nigga Pac

And I was still in the `Ville slingin` rocks

Told the company I was a soldier, I would`ve gave my life

That`s why a nigga stay loyal to his wife

Nigga started stealin` money, when he got buried

Through all the confusion, I went and got married

Good times didn`t last long, cuz we was broke

The company gettin` ran without Roderick was a joke

So a thug fled camp, like Ed Legend did

With my nigga named Henry, went the highest bid

We finally dropped "Shed Tears", now let`s wait and see

A week later we gettin` calls, from Master P

And every other major label on the block

Tryin` to get a piece of that nigga comin` like Pac

A hundred thousand records sold, now let me flaunt it

I can finally get that house my Mama wanted

Feel me



Chorus (2x)



(Singer)



Fuck `em all

We`re gonna make it

We`re gonna make it

Fuck `em all

You can suck my dick

Fuck `em all

This for all the haters

This for all the breather haters

Fuck all ya

We`re gonna make it

Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh

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