Crazy - Going to Make It lyrics

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 n***a sniff coke f** 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***as 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** into rocks You know my game don't stop I'm postin' bail for my n***a Telly, he got caught with a Glock Chorus (uncredited singer+Crazy): (singer) We're going to make it after all (Crazy) n***as don't wanna see me ball Hold up my middle finger screamin' "f** '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" n***as wonder why I plot to make a mil in this sh** Droppin' songs in the studio, bringin' a hit Never worried about the b**hes cuz they came with paper Me and my n***a Pretty Man is plottin' up on a caper It's all real in the 'Ville n***a, 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***as couldn't help me, they was loaded too Dreams of bein' a big rap star circulated Hooked up in robbin' sh**, now I was drug-related Ridin' in a blue bourbon sayin' "f** them Hoes" White T-shirts, and Nikes, and a pair of girbauds Never knowin' that the Feds were comin' tight tomorrow Y'all b**hes just don't wanna see us ball Feel me now Chorus Third Verse: Ninety-six brought the d**h of Roderick, and my n***a 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***a stay loyal to his wife n***a 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***a 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***a 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) f** 'em all We're gonna make it We're gonna make it f** 'em all You can s** my dick f** 'em all This for all the haters This for all the breather haters f** all ya We're gonna make it Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh