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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 raised by a killa
TRU my stomach
neighborhood thug nigga
Trying to make it out this fucked up
Where niggaz die trying to make a out of 15 cents
The got me crazy
I smell
But I can't die tonight my old lady with a baby
said is there a heaven for a g
But I wonder if there's a resting for killas and gangstas like me
fucked up for most my life
done sold my to the devil
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 the corner
My to go I'm ready black
I'm a soldier gone off that douja
Aint no crying at my funeral I lived life to the fullest a roller
So I die put me in a pine box
Bury me like a g 2 glocks and a fucking bag of
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 mothafucking nigga
Its gone be hard trying to get to heaven my life is mostly marred
All I see is 2 levels and 187 sell a ??
So gangstafied and gang banging
You know just imaging niggaz be bad up there
if they had a heaven for a
Block parties all days til we get tired, sex like the sixties
Nigga drinking up on some forties, nigga pumping up on some
Dice game hour
For the gangstas money and
Rewards for that's bout it
Extra for busters and cowards
Cause every on the block I know
be living in mansions and riding old school
If I was to be the fucking president
everythin I ride would be on some gold
Is there a for a gangsta I can't wait
have some bitches crying trying to get into the gate

Is there a heaven for a mothafucking gangsta ass nigga like me ( I it)
Cause niggaz like me down south (New Orleans) stay it
niggaz,
TRU
fill your head lead
I ain't scared to die I'll smoke 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 because of my
of murders and robbers, rehabilitated convicts
Rest in peace to all my fucking dead niggaz took the stand
forgive me but I know I'm going to hell man
I walk the streets my converse, khakies and my chrome gack
Pockets full of drug money and crack,
Will I ever see the man I know my chances are slim
Cause God don't want no 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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