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

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Grew up in the raised by a killa
TRU across my
your neighborhood thug
to make it out this fucked up environment
Where niggaz die to make a dollar out of 15 cents
The ghetto got me
I daisies
But I can't die tonight my old pregnant with a baby
2Pac said is there a for a g
But I if there's a resting place for killas and gangstas like me
Been fucked up for most my
done sold my soul to the
I hope I die in my sleep I know its be a 187
Ain't no back I'm strapped with 2 crome gacks
I See death around the
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 when I die put me in a box
Bury me a g 2 glocks 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 money and fast bitches
Git me blasting til its the mothafucking nigga
Its gone be hard trying to get to cause my life is mostly marred
All I see is 2 levels and 187 sell a ??
So living gangstafied and banging
You know just imaging niggaz be acting bad up
if they had a heaven for a
Block parties all til we get tired, free sex like the sixties
Nigga drinking up on some forties, nigga pumping up on some
game every hour
For the money and power
Rewards for niggaz that's it
Extra time for busters and
Cause every on the block I know
will be living in mansions and old school
If I was to be the fucking president
I ride would be on some gold shoes
Is there a heaven for a gangsta I can't
Even have some crying trying to get into 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 to die I'll smoke your ass like douja
Retaliation is a must so I
Your ass be on the run I can't bullets up in my fucking 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 me but I know I'm going to hell man
I walk the streets with my converse, and my chrome gack
full of drug money and crack, heroin
Will I ever see the man upstairs I know my chances are
Cause God don't no killas standing next to him
So I'm a hustle and my D (dopeman)
But I wonder is there a heaven for a gangsta like me

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