Heaven 4 A Gangsta

Lyrics

[Intro] [Master P] Huh, damn, (light your lighters. TRU!), cuz I done did some messed up ___ my last weed Ima smoke (to all my dead homies!)___ another soldier gone ridin' up in a fixed up ___ (when I die...) where killas and gangstas like me go! [Chorus] Is there a heaven for a gangsta gangsta gangsta ughh 2x Is there a heaven for a gangsta [Master P] Grew up in the ghetto, raised by a killa TRU across my stomach Your neighborhood thug nigga Trying to make it, out this fucked up environment Where niggas die trying to make a dollar out of 15 cent The ghetto got me crazy I smell daisies But I can't die tonight my ol' lady pregnant with a baby 2Pac said there's a heaven for a G But I wonder if there's a resting place for killas and gangstas like me Been fucked up for most my life Done sold my soul to the devil I hope I die in my sleep but I know it's gonna be a 187 Ain't no turnin' back I'm strapped with 2 chrome gats I see death round the corner My time to go I'm ready black Cause I'm a soldier, gone off that douja Ain't no crying at my funeral I lived life to the fullest, a high roller So when I die, put me in a pine box Bury me like a G, 2 Glocks, and a fuckin' bag of rocks And open up clouds for this stranger Before you take me lord, tell me! [Chorus] [Silkk The Shocker] Just a young nigga, addicted to fast cars, fast money, and fast bitches (Sheist? livin') Got me blasting til it's the motha fuckin' last nigga It's gone be hard, tryin' to get into heaven, cause my life is on some money All I see is 211's and 187's, sell a nigga never So livin' gangstafied, __ and bangin' You know, just imagin' niggas be actin' bad up there If they had a heaven for a gangsta Block parties for days til we get tired, free sex like the sixties Nigga drinkin' up on some forties, nigga puffin' up on some swishers Dice game every hour For the gangstas money and power Rewards for niggas that's bout it Preacher time for busters and cowards Cause every nigga I know on the block Will be livin' in mansion and ridin' old school Al Capone will be the fuckin' president Everything I ride would be on some gold shoes And if there's a heaven for a gangsta I can't wait For Pac and E to have some bitches and chronic at the gate [Chorus] [C-Murder] Is there a heaven for a motha fuckin' gangsta ass nigga like me (Fuck no!) I doubt it Cause niggas like me down south (new orleans) stay bout it Swamp niggas Tru soldiers Fill your head with lead I ain't scared to die I'll smoke your ass like douja Retaliation is a must so I bust Your ass be on the run I can't keep bullets up in my fucking gun They ask me why am I so sick It's cuz of my click Full of murders and robbers, rehabilitated convicts Rest in peace to all my motha fuckin' dead niggas that took a stand God forgive me but I know I'm going to hell man I walk the streets with my converse, khakis, and my chrome gat Pockets full of drug money and crack, heroin Will I ever see the man upstairs I know my chance is slim Cause God don't want no killas standin' next to him So I'm a hustle, and sell my D (dopeman) But I wonder is there a heaven for a gangsta nigga like me [Chorus x4] [Master P] Is there a heaven for a gangsta, gangsta... [Outro] [Master P] Ugh, this goes out to all ya'll true niggas and ___, huh, out there, ___ tryin' to make to a heaven 4 a gangsta. To my lil' brotha Kevin Miller...2Pac...Eazy E, and all ya'll...niggas out there, who lost ya'll life in this rap game, or should I say this dope game. Ya'll niggas know. Can't trust nobody on these streets. Ya best friend might be yo enemy. Just remember that. There might be a heaven 4 a gangsta. All ya'll niggas that's here right now, ___bitch no time soon, one love, ___ nigga keep it real, ugh!!