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

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Grew up in the ghetto by a killa
TRU my stomach
your neighborhood nigga
Trying to make it out this up environment
Where niggaz die trying to make a out of 15 cents
The got me crazy
I smell
But I can't die my old lady pregnant with a baby
2Pac is there a heaven for a g
But I if there's a resting place for killas and gangstas like me
Been fucked up for my life
done sold my soul to the
I I die in my sleep I know its gonna be a 187
no turning back I'm strapped with 2 crome gacks
I See death around the
My to go I'm ready black
Cause I'm a soldier off that 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 and a fucking bag of rocks
And up clouds for a stranger
Before you take me Lord me

Just a young nigga addicted to fast fast money and fast bitches
Git me til its the mothafucking last nigga
Its gone be hard trying to get to heaven cause my life is mostly
All I see is 2 and 187 sell a nigga ??
So living gangstafied and banging
You know just imaging niggaz be bad up there
if had a heaven for a gangsta
Block parties all days til we get tired, free sex the sixties
drinking up on some forties, nigga pumping up on some swishies
Dice every hour
For the money and power
Rewards for that's bout it
Extra for busters and cowards
Cause every nigga on the block I
will be living in mansions and riding old
If I was born to be the president
everythin I ride would be on some gold
Is there a for a gangsta I can't wait
Even have some bitches crying trying to get the gate

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

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