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

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Grew up in the raised by a killa
TRU my stomach
your neighborhood thug
Trying to make it out this up environment
Where niggaz die trying to make a dollar out of 15
The got me crazy
I smell
But I can't die tonight my old lady pregnant with a
2Pac is there a heaven for a g
But I wonder if a resting place for killas and gangstas like me
Been fucked up for most my
done sold my soul to the
I I die in my sleep I know its gonna be a 187
Ain't no turning I'm strapped with 2 crome gacks
I See death the corner
My time to go I'm ready
Cause I'm a soldier gone off that
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 for a stranger
you take me Lord tell 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 marred
All I see is 2 levels and 187 sell a ??
So living gangstafied and gang
You know just imaging niggaz be acting bad up
if had a heaven for a gangsta
Block parties all days til we get tired, free sex like the
Nigga drinking up on some forties, nigga pumping up on swishies
Dice game every
For the money and power
Rewards for niggaz bout it
Extra time for busters and
Cause nigga on the block I know
will be 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 heaven for a gangsta I 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 niggaz like me down south (New Orleans) stay it
niggaz,
TRU
fill head with lead
I ain't scared to die I'll smoke your ass douja
is a must 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
Full of murders and robbers, convicts
Rest in peace to all my fucking dead that took the stand
Lord me but I know I'm going to hell man
I walk the streets with my converse, khakies and my chrome
full of drug money and crack, heroin
Will I see the man upstairs 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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