Текст песни Crazy - Going to Make It
Crazy - Going to Make It слова песни
First Verse:My Daddy must have been frustrated, when he busted a nutThen came me, crawlin` out my Mama`s gutsI never figured I`d be born in HellIn the projects, tryin` to make a livin` off these crack salesMy Baby Mama scream "Child Support"I can`t sleep at home, cuz a nigga sniff cokeFuck it, I`m up early like a dope fiendThe game got me feelin` like I`m high off TerrazineJump in my Grand and I`m mashin`I score my dope in Texas, down here these niggas taxin`Twenty-two for a chickenSixteen for a real cut believe me, all brick-andNow it`s time to hit the blockI call Sam and Jeff, let`s cut this shit into rocksYou know my game don`t stopI`m postin` bail for my nigga Telly, he got caught with a glockChorus (uncredited singer+Crazy):(singer)We`re going to make it after all(Crazy)Niggas don`t wanna see me ballHold up my middle finger screamin` "Fuck `em all!"Feel Me!(2x)Second Verse:Been rappin` since an early age, I fiend for lootI still hear, Corey Hartman, sayin` "Please don`t shoot"Niggas wonder why I plot to make a mil in this shitDroppin` songs in the studio, bringin` a hitNever worried about the bitches cuz they came with paperMe and my nigga Pretty Man is plottin` up on a caperIt`s all real in the `Ville nigga, peep my painFor six years I was snortin` heavy, addicted to caneWith no family to turn, what else could I do?None of my niggas couldn`t help me, they was loaded tooDreams of bein` a big rap star circulatedHooked up in robbin` shit, now I was drug-relatedRidin` in a blue bourbon sayin` "Fuck them Hoes"White T-shirts, and Nikes, and a pair of girbaudsNever knowin` that the Feds were comin` tight tomorrowY`all bitches just don`t wanna see us ballFeel me nowChorusThird Verse:Ninety-six brought the death of Roderick, and my nigga PacAnd I was still in the `Ville slingin` rocksTold the company I was a soldier, I would`ve gave my lifeThat`s why a nigga stay loyal to his wifeNigga started stealin` money, when he got buriedThrough all the confusion, I went and got marriedGood times didn`t last long, cuz we was brokeThe company gettin` ran without Roderick was a jokeSo a thug fled camp, like Ed Legend didWith my nigga named Henry, went the highest bidWe finally dropped "Shed Tears", now let`s wait and seeA week later we gettin` calls, from Master PAnd every other major label on the blockTryin` to get a piece of that nigga comin` like PacA hundred thousand records sold, now let me flaunt itI can finally get that house my Mama wantedFeel meChorus (2x)(Singer)Fuck `em allWe`re gonna make itWe`re gonna make itFuck `em allYou can suck my dickFuck `em allThis for all the hatersThis for all the breather hatersFuck all yaWe`re gonna make itOooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh