Gotta Make It To Heaven

King koopa

Yea, naw

They don't want me to get it gangsta cause I'm gon show ya

I ain't gotta move I make moves from my black sonar

I'll be choppin or touchin on my 2 way contact on ya

Ain't gotta be a c.e.o to put a contract on ya

No cop can get my handcock on his paper work

But I can prove how quick my paper works with a credit card

Nope dummy I use dirty money to pay for dirt

I'd hire a personal painter to go paint ya shirt

Yup personal trainer to lift my weight

I ain't gotta do it or know how to bake to get this cake

If the laws get police dogs to come and sniff it straight

Seran wrapped up so that pup gon sniff his case

Puppy only gonna be smelling his breath

If I wanted to I could get illegal cheddar myself

But I let other niggaz go get it instead of myself

Put the heat on a man with cheese and his chedda will melt

Ain't gonna be sittin there talkin, I'm a be spittin

Sparkin that thing, to the crime scene have a bunch of white chalkin yep

Ya spending my bread I'm sending my lead

Towards ya head if you got information to lend to a fed

We killing off all competition so they invited you dead

Cause when we step up in the building nigga pretend like you dead

Peep my horo homie you think it's a blood pow

I know niggas that stay wet up like they never touch towels

Clean as the next beef they never ever touched cows

Show you more white lines than a 100 yard touch down

Niggaz that don't care how to speak cause in your truck sound

Make it when you get in the car the engine shuts down

You get it and raise up the hood and you be like what now

When this engine shut down that boy gon here what sound

Throw a horror flick who wan praise the shut down

Homie I peep color change you get wrong you get beat nigga