Going to Make It lyrics

First Verse: (Crazy)

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 n*gga sniff coke
f*ck 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 n*ggas 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 sh*t into rocks
You know my game don't stop
I'm postin' bail for my n*gga Telly, he got caught with a Glock

Chorus: (Uncredited, Ed West & Crazy)

(Ed West)
We're going to make it after all
(Crazy)
n*ggas don't wanna see me ball
Hold up my middle finger screamin' "f*ck 'em all!"
Feel Me!
(2x)

Second Verse: (Crazy)

Been rappin' since an early age, I fiend for loot
I still hear, Corey Hartman, sayin' "Please don't shoot"
n*ggas wonder why I plot to make a mil in this sh*t
Droppin' songs in the studio, bringin' a hit
Never worried about the b*tches cuz they came with paper
Me and my n*gga Pretty Man is plottin' up on a caper
It's all real in the 'Ville n*gga, 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 n*ggas couldn't help me, they was loaded too
Dreams of bein' a big rap star circulated
Hooked up in robbin' sh*t, now I was drug-related
Ridin' in a blue bourbon sayin' "f*ck them Hoes"
White T-shirts, and Nikes, and a pair of girbauds
Never knowin' that the Feds were comin' tight tomorrow
Y'all b*tches just don't wanna see us ball
Feel me now

Chorus:

Third Verse: (Crazy)
Ninety-six brought the death of Roderick, and my n*gga 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 n*gga stay loyal to his wife
n*gga 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 n*gga 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 n*gga 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: (Ed West)

f*ck 'em all
We're gonna make it
We're gonna make it
f*ck 'em all
You can suck my di*k
f*ck 'em all
This for all the haters
This for all the breather haters
f*ck all ya
We're gonna make it
Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh
(2x)