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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