Master P

Master P - Is There A Heaven 4 A Gangsta lyrics

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Damn  I done did some messed up stuff
 Rest in peace Tupac
 I wonder this my last weed I'ma smoke
 This for all my dead homies
 My last time ridin up in a fixed up car
 Another soldier gone
 with gold plates
 Unhhhhhhh
 My last bitch I'ma fuck  is this the end?
 Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta  gangsta  gangsta  UHHHHH!
 Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta  gangsta  gangsta, UHHHHH!
 Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta
 Grew up in the ghetto, raised by killers T-R-U 'cross my stomach
 Yo' neighborhood thug nigga, tryin to make it
 Out this fucked up environment
 Where niggaz die tryin to make a dollar outta fifty cents
 The ghetto got me crazy, I smell daisies
 But I can't die tonight my old lady's pregnant with a baby
 Tupac said there's a heaven foe a G
 But I wonder if there's a restin place for killers and gangsta niggaz
 like me
 Me fucked never lost my life and sold my soul to the devil
 I hope I die in my sleep but the noise it's gonna be a
 one-eighty-seven
 Ain't no turnin back I'm strapped with two chrome gats
 I see death around the corner (damn, run) my time to go I'm ready to
 black
 Cause I'ma soldier, gone off that doja
 Ain't no cryin at my funeral I lived life to the fullest as a high
 roller
 So when I die, put me in a pine box
 Bury me like a G two glocks and a fuckin bag of rocks
 And open up clouds for these strangers
 Before you take me Lord tell me
 Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
 Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta
 Look into the eyes of a killa, neighborhood drug dealer
 From ghetto, hero swore he wouldn't be the next nigga
 to lose his life in this dope game cocaine
 He told me don't trust nobody; his best friend was the trigga man
 I see tears in his sista and his momma eye
 His old lady stare at the casket askin God why
 The church is full of killers, and drug dealers
 Bangers, and motherfuckin cap peelers
 Six of his homies carried him to the hearse
 First time that he even been to church
 Damn, now he's in the dirt
 Pourin out beer for my dead homey
 A bunch of rest in peace t-shirt with his motherfuckin picture on it
 This nigga lived fuckin rowdy, and if he gotta die
 he don't give a fuck cause this nigga, been BOUT IT
 Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
 Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
 Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
 This goes out to all y'all motherfuckin soldiers
 True niggaz, high rollers, No Limit niggaz, gangstas
 Caviar niggaz, niggaz that dyin with motherfuckin badges on they
 casket
 Niggaz that's dyin in this rap game
 All y'all real niggaz
 Or should I say this new wave, dope game
 Y'all feel this, all y'all niggaz dyin in the pen
 All y'all real niggaz that lost niggaz
 I'ma strike y'all nigga with some game
 All y'all real bitches that lost niggaz
 Ain't nuttin mo' precious than life
 Gangsta niggaz and gangsta bitches
 Gangsta niggaz in the Ward, Baton Rouge
 Go pout some beer out for y'all thug niggaz
 All y'all niggaz on Death Row
 Lake Charles, Shreveport, New Mexico
 R.I.P. nigga
 Mississippi, Texas, Alabama, Atlanta
 Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
 Indiana
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Publisher: Priority Records

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Released in: 2005

Language: English

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