Album: Rhyme Reason

Is There A Heaven 4 A Gangsta? [Master P]

Hah, light ya lighta

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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