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

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Grew up in the raised by a killa
TRU across my
your thug nigga
Trying to make it out this up environment
Where niggaz die trying to make a out of 15 cents
The ghetto got me
I smell
But I can't die tonight my old lady pregnant a baby
said is there a heaven for a g
But I wonder if there's a resting for killas and gangstas like me
Been fucked up for most my
sold my soul to the devil
I hope I die in my sleep I know its be a 187
Ain't no turning back I'm strapped with 2 crome
I See death around the
My time to go I'm ready
Cause I'm a soldier off that douja
Aint no crying at my funeral I lived life to the 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 for a stranger
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 last
Its gone be hard trying to get to heaven cause my is mostly marred
All I see is 2 and 187 sell a nigga ??
So living and gang banging
You just imaging niggaz be acting bad up there
if they had a for a gangsta
Block 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 nigga on the block I know
will be living in mansions and riding old
If I was born to be the president
everythin I ride would be on some shoes
Is a heaven for a gangsta I can't wait
Even have some bitches crying to get into the gate

Is a heaven for a mothafucking gangsta ass nigga like me ( I doubt it)
Cause niggaz like me down (New Orleans) stay bout it
niggaz,
TRU
fill your with lead
I ain't to die I'll smoke your ass like douja
Retaliation is a so I bust
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
of murders 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 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 hustle and my D (dopeman)
But I wonder is there a for a gangsta nigga like me

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