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[Intro: Master P] What's up, Game? Pour out a lil liquor, for Jevon Taylor Lil Drako, and JoJo My brother Kevin Miller, Hot Boy, Lil Fred All the real niggas man Y'all hold y'all head up Is there a heaven for a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? [Verse 1: The Game] Let my nigga C out Hotbox the 7 'til the smoke start to seep out Got on chains like a slave in the deep south Could've been Michael Jordan but I took the Master P route Had to take the street route, niggas know what we 'bout Hard to snitch when the Glock knock your fucking teeth out And I just voted for Obama, nigga But I'd still shoot you in front ya mama, nigga Word to Michelle, got stripes like Gazelles Pour hot sauce in the devil food, strike a match in hell Skip that yayo just to tip that scale My favorite stripper drive a Maybach, I tip that well Fish tail in the Phantom with a chick that's pale White America's nightmare, rich black male Used to work at Foot Locker, had to use my brother piss I got the job, but he got hit with the fifth [Chorus: singer & Master P] Is there a heaven for a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (I need to knooow) Is there a heaven for a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? Heaven's in your heart Heaven's in your heart, ooh ooh, oh Heaven's in your heart Heaven's in your heart, ooh ooh, oh Is there a heaven for a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? [Verse 2: The Game] I think so, but my blood still run cold I'm tryin' to make my momma feel like Gabby's when she won gold The greatest stories remain untold As souls wither away, transparent in that gun smoke I tell the story so my sons know I believe there is a heaven for a gangsta, nigga, Pun know Used to have to pump blow to make my funds grow 'Cause when them funds low that Uzi weigh a ton though Catch me in the morning sipping champagne on Instagram Funny how that chandelier used to be a ceiling fan Funny how that Buick Regal, turned into a Lam Funny how Lilly's grandson turned into a man I look around out here, a bunch of little me's Everybody tryin' to do it B.I.G., a bunch of Lil' Cease And since Lil JoJo can no longer breathe I'ma ask y'all for him, so check it [Chorus: singer & Master P] Is there a heaven for a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (I need to knooow) Is there a heaven for a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? Heaven's in your heart Heaven's in your heart, ooh ooh, oh Heaven's in your heart Heaven's in your heart, ooh ooh, oh Is there a heaven for a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? [Verse 3: Master P] My nigga dead, didn't make the team Could've been the next ML King Young niggas rolling with them triple beams Cup full of lean, but why a nigga spilling dreams? And the little homies dying over Twitter beef Black president, niggas should consider P It's a dirty game, nigga, when you got cash Bitches don't holla when a nigga on his ass And the pigs set the trap and they got C I really know them motherfuckers wanted me And now the world's scared of Chief Keef He just a lil' nigga tryna eat I remember bitch, '99 ('99) Now it's 2012, I'm getting mine (getting mine) Little niggas pay attention All my real niggas know that I miss 'em [Chorus: singer & Master P] Is there a heaven for a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (I need to knooow) Is there a heaven for a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? Heaven's in your heart Heaven's in your heart, ooh ooh, oh Heaven's in your heart Heaven's in your heart, ooh ooh, oh