Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Make It, artist - Z-Ro. Album song Life, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.06.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Orchard
Song language: English
Make It |
| Forgive me for my sins, cause I’m not perfect |
| Just trying to get it like I live, but is it really worth it |
| Niggas done fell to my heater, never to rise up |
| Didn’t really wanna hurt nobody, please open your eyes up |
| Don’t need no more blood on my conscious |
| Cause even though I’m a soldier, I feel pain |
| Got a nigga paranoid around partnas, I feel strange |
| Watching my back, cocking my gat, strapped at all times |
| Punishing motherfuckers, just for crossing that line |
| My only company is loneliness, cause most of |
| These niggas be fake, and I can’t stand phoniness |
| Can’t even look me in my eye, before they burn me up |
| Two to the head, but it ain’t that simple y’all can’t turn me up dead |
| Best believe retaliation is a must, I’mma bust with fury |
| Look at me laugh at my competition, flashing my jewelry |
| Death ain’t around the corner no more, he up in my face |
| Its only natural to try to steal him, and put him back in his place |
| In case I don’t make it, I wanna tell my people I love em |
| Wish I could jump up out my casket, and hug em |
| Just in case I don’t make it, I hope they keep on jamming my songs |
| A military minded motherfucker gone |
| In case I don’t make it, I wanna tell my people I love em |
| Wish I could jump up out my casket, and hug em |
| Just in case I don’t make it, don’t cry now, I’m still in your hearts |
| I hope I get to go to heaven, my Lord |
| In case I don’t make it, I want niggas to know I never gave up |
| Z-Ro Vs. |
| the World, and King of Da Ghetto is when I came up |
| People showing me love, people showing me hate |
| But I put the street with my business, and put mo' change in my safe |
| Special thanks to Eugene Brooks, it ain’t another realer |
| Save me from being a drug dealer, but still a guerilla |
| Death ain’t around the corner no more, he up in my face |
| Only natural to try to steal him, and put him back in his place |
| A young mexican brought up, in the wrong way of life |
| I had to do what I had to do, just to make it through the night |
| Hustling and robbing and killing, running the streets with no feelings |
| An aggravated motherfucker, that is ready as willing |
| So leave me alone, before I touch your dome |
| Or sending automatic 4−5's, to hit your home |
| Cause ain’t no playing with me, I’m a down ass G |
| Showing no pity, from that Mo City |
| I’ve been going insane lately |
| Rolling with my gun off safety |
| Thinking everybody’s out, to do me |
| Can’t even relax, Mac 11 by the jacuzzi |
| Gangstafied, ever since then showing me love |
| And it don’t matter where they at, nigga they gon hit you with the dub |
| But every night I pray to see, another fruitful day |
| Even though sometime I fall off track, tricking with Mary J |
| Can’t I get a piece of mind, everybody wanna attack me |
| In the beginning they was strays, but now they busting right at me |
| Get up out my ride homie, don’t wanna ride with me now |
| If we rolling and I’m beefing, you can die with me now |
| Niggas around me dropping like flies, it got a nigga scared |
| Bullet proof and a automatic, come with making blood shed |
| So just in case I don’t make it, tell my enemies fuck em |
| Wish I could jump up out my casket, and bust em |