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Is there a heaven for a gangsta gangsta ughh 2x
Is there a heaven for a

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Grew up in the ghetto raised by a
TRU across my
neighborhood thug nigga
Trying to make it out this up environment
niggaz die trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents
The ghetto got me
I daisies
But I can't die my old lady pregnant with a baby
2Pac said is there a for a g
But I if there's a resting place for killas and gangstas like me
Been fucked up for my life
done my soul to the devil
I hope I die in my sleep I know its be a 187
Ain't no back I'm strapped with 2 crome gacks
I See death the corner
My time to go I'm ready
Cause I'm a soldier gone off douja
Aint no crying at my funeral I life to the fullest a high roller
So I die put me in a pine box
Bury me like a g 2 glocks and a bag of rocks
And open up clouds for a
Before you take me Lord me

Just a young nigga addicted to fast cars money and fast bitches
Git me blasting til its the mothafucking nigga
Its gone be hard trying to get to heaven cause my life is marred
All I see is 2 levels and 187 sell a ??
So living gangstafied and banging
You know just imaging be acting bad up there
if had a heaven for a gangsta
Block parties all days til we get tired, sex like the sixties
Nigga drinking up on some forties, pumping up on some swishies
Dice game hour
For the money and power
Rewards for niggaz that's it
time for busters and cowards
Cause nigga on the block I know
will be living in and riding old school
If I was born to be the president
everythin I ride be on some gold shoes
Is there a heaven for a gangsta I wait
Even some bitches crying trying to get into the gate

Is there a heaven for a mothafucking gangsta ass nigga me ( I doubt it)
niggaz like me down south (New Orleans) stay bout it
niggaz,
TRU
fill head with lead
I ain't scared to die I'll your ass like douja
Retaliation is a must so I
Your ass be on the run I can't keep up in my fucking gun
ask me why am I so sick,
its of my click
Full of and robbers, rehabilitated convicts
Rest in peace to all my fucking dead niggaz that the stand
Lord forgive me but I I'm going to hell man
I walk the streets my converse, khakies and my chrome gack
Pockets full of drug and crack, heroin
Will I ever see the man I know my chances are slim
Cause God want no killas standing next to him
So I'm a and sell my D (dopeman)
But I wonder is a heaven for a gangsta nigga like me

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