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

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Grew up in the ghetto by a killa
TRU across my
neighborhood thug nigga
Trying to make it out this up environment
Where die trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents
The got me crazy
I smell
But I can't die tonight my old lady with a baby
2Pac said is there a for a g
But I wonder if a resting place for killas and gangstas like me
Been fucked up for my life
sold my soul to the devil
I I die in my sleep I know its gonna be a 187
Ain't no turning back I'm strapped with 2 gacks
I See death the corner
My time to go I'm black
Cause I'm a soldier off that douja
Aint no crying at my funeral I lived to the fullest a high roller
So when I die put me in a box
Bury me like a g 2 and a fucking bag of rocks
And open up clouds for a
you take me Lord tell me

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

Is there a heaven for a mothafucking ass nigga like me ( I doubt it)
niggaz like me down south (New Orleans) stay bout it
niggaz,
TRU
fill your head with
I ain't scared to die I'll smoke your ass douja
Retaliation is a must so I
Your ass be on the run I can't keep bullets up in my 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 that took the stand
Lord forgive me but I know I'm going to man
I walk the streets with my converse, and my chrome gack
Pockets full of drug money and crack,
Will I see the man upstairs I know my chances are slim
Cause God don't no killas standing next to him
So I'm a and sell my D (dopeman)
But I wonder is there a heaven for a nigga like me

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