Heaven 4 A Gangsta

[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!!