(feat. Master P, C-Murder, Silkk)



[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 niggaz die trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents 

The ghetto got me crazy 

I smell daisies 

But I can't die tonight my old lady pregnant with a baby 

2Pac said is there 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 I know its gonna be a 187 

Ain't no turning back I'm strapped with 2 crome gacks 

I See death around the corner 

My time to go I'm ready black 

Cause I'm a soldier gone off that douja 

Aint 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 fucking bag of rocks 

And open up clouds for a stranger 

Before you take me Lord tell me 



[Chorus]



[Silkk]



Just a young nigga addicted to fast cars fast money and fast bitches 

Git me blasting til its the mothafucking last nigga 

Its gone be hard trying to get to heaven cause my life is mostly marred 

All I see is 2 levels and 187 sell a nigga ?? 

So living gangstafied and gang banging 

You know just imaging niggaz be acting bad up there

if they had a heaven for a gangsta 

Block parties all days til we get tired, free sex like the sixties 

Nigga drinking up on some forties, nigga pumping up on some swishies 

Dice game every hour 

For the gangstas money and power 

Rewards for niggaz that's bout it 

Extra time for busters and cowards 

Cause every nigga on the block I know

will be living in mansions and riding old school 

If I was born to be the fucking president

everythin I ride would be on some gold shoes 

Is there a heaven for a gangsta I can't wait 

Even have some bitches crying trying to get into the gate 



[Chorus]



[C-Murder]



Is there a heaven for a mothafucking gangsta ass nigga like me ( I doubt it) 

Cause niggaz like me down south (New Orleans) stay bout it 

Swamp niggaz, 

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, 

its because of my click 

Full of murders and robbers, rehabilitated convicts 

Rest in peace to all my fucking dead niggaz that took the stand 

Lord forgive me but I know I'm going to hell man 

I walk the streets with my converse, khakies and my chrome gack 

Pockets full of drug money and crack, heroin 

Will I ever see the man upstairs I know my chances are slim 

Cause God don't want no killas standing 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]