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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 raised by a
TRU my stomach
your neighborhood 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 smell
But I can't die tonight my old lady pregnant with a
2Pac said is there a for a g
But I wonder if there's a resting place for killas and like me
Been fucked up for most my
done sold my to the devil
I hope I die in my sleep I know its be a 187
Ain't no turning I'm strapped with 2 crome gacks
I See around the corner
My time to go I'm ready
Cause I'm a soldier gone off douja
Aint no crying at my I lived 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 open up clouds for a
Before you take me Lord me

Just a young nigga addicted to fast cars fast money and bitches
Git me blasting til its the last nigga
Its gone be trying to get to heaven cause my life is mostly marred
All I see is 2 levels and 187 a nigga ??
So gangstafied and gang banging
You know just niggaz be acting bad up there
if they had a for a gangsta
parties all days til we get tired, free sex like the sixties
Nigga drinking up on some forties, nigga up on some swishies
Dice game hour
For the gangstas and power
Rewards for niggaz bout it
Extra time for and cowards
Cause every nigga on the block I
will be living in and riding old school
If I was to be the fucking president
everythin I ride would be on gold shoes
Is there a heaven for a gangsta I wait
have some bitches crying trying to get into the gate

Is there a heaven for a gangsta ass nigga like me ( I doubt it)
Cause niggaz like me down south (New Orleans) stay it
niggaz,
TRU
your head with lead
I ain't scared to die I'll your ass like douja
Retaliation is a so I bust
Your ass be on the run I keep 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 niggaz that took the stand
forgive me but I know I'm going to hell man
I the streets with my converse, khakies and my chrome gack
Pockets full of money and crack, heroin
Will I ever see the man upstairs I my chances are slim
Cause God don't want no standing next to him
So I'm a hustle and my D (dopeman)
But I wonder is there a for a gangsta nigga like me

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