Artist: Joe Budden f/ Jadakiss, Marsha Ambrosius Album: All Love Lost Song: Make It Through the Night Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Joe Budden] + (Marsha Ambrosius) This for all my real niggaz out there that never got to see another day All my niggaz out there still in the struggle (ooooh) Still tryna make it out, this for y'all, uh (If I can make it through the niiiiight) Okay, look [Joe Budden] Another collar, another dollar Life's short but we live it cause we gotta Another day, another blessing for a scholar School of Hard Knocks, just reppin my alma mater Uh, that was back when I ain't have shit God on my shoulder with the Devil on the ad-libs Had to think some decisions through When time's hard who the fuck you gon' listen to? Toilet by the bunk, put you in a different mood Locked up, Thanksgiving eatin prison food Back on the ropes, won't see a nigga budge No bail for a felon so you gotta see the judge Uhh, they used to call us all lost niggaz Had the same dreams to make it 'til we lost niggaz Some was married to the game, I divorced quicker But I can't judge, one day I'll see the Lord wit'cha [Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius] I'm feeling like I have my fate on the line Heading closer to the exit sign (sign) If I can make it through the night This game ain't never been no friend of mine (mine) I'm just tryna make most of my life, my life yeah If I can make it through the niiiiight Yeahhh ayyy yeah If I can make it through the niiiiight [Jadakiss] Yeah, I'm just tryna make it HA-HAHHHHHHH! (Ohhh ohhh ohhhh) What? (If I can make it through the niiiiight) Yeah, yeah, yo Note from the marshal, you can't even borrow And it's sad cause they comin with the padlock tomorrow For you to blame the world, gotta blame yourself too Cause everybody feel you but nobody can help you Bad thought get in your head, then you loop it Stress build up then you do somethin stupid Put a mountain in front of you, you just try to move it Count on one hand the couple niggaz you cool with Either they ain't pickin up, or they ain't got it You learn the hard way when your actions are idiotic Product of your environment, and you the product Home invasions, niggaz is gettin tied up This is goin through your head while you in the bullpen You backed into the spot but you should've pulled in First nigga move and you're on him But you're really prayin for a R.O.R. in the morning What~! [Chorus] [Joe Budden] They say tomorrow ain't promised, most nights I ain't want it to be Nah, a nigga couldn't front it to me Too many nights for dinner I just ate an uncomfortable sleep Had to open up the oven for heat I was a, born loser, thoughts of a sinner Only made it out cause I fought like a winner Threats on my life, I'm good, was all talk though Death around the corner, all you gotta do is walk slow Land of the haves and have-nots Gun tucked, better to have it than to not Try to make it out but crabs are in the lot that'll plot, so if you take a stab you'll get shot Look, I'm just proof a couple niggaz said a prayer for me Wasn't fair for me, God had to bear with me Nothin to live for, didn't have a care with me Suicidal, had my momma sheddin tears for me Cause my son might need me Life is hard but dyin is easy I thank God e'ry day that I awake I avoid another funeral, a homi' or a wake I escape, from niggaz that lived through it Better days ahead, we just gotta get to it [Chorus] w/ ad libs [Outro: Joe Budden] + (Marsha Ambrosius) Word up, real nigga on his knees (If I can make it through the niiiiight) Askin you please (without you)