[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 k**a
Tru across my stomach
Your neighborhood thug n***a
Trying to make it out this f**ed up environment
Where n***az 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 k**as and gangstas like me
Been f**ed 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 d**h 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 f**ing bag of rocks
And open up clouds for a stranger
Before you take me lord tell me
[chorus]
[silkk]
Just a young n***a addicted to fast cars fast money and fast b**hes
Git me blasting til its the mothaf**ing last n***a
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 n***a ??
So living gangstafied and gang banging
You know just imaging n***az be acting bad up there
If they had a heaven for a gangsta
Block parties all days til we get tired, free s** like the sixties
n***a drinking up on some forties, n***a pumping up on some swishies
Dice game every hour
For the gangstas money and power
Rewards for n***az that's bout it
Extra time for busters and cowards
Cause every n***a on the block i know
Will be living in mansions and riding old school
If i was born to be the f**ing president
Everythin i ride would be on some gold shoes
Is there a heaven for a gangsta i can't wait
Even have some b**hes crying trying to get into the gate
[chorus]
[c-murder]
Is there a heaven for a mothaf**ing gangsta a** n***a like me ( i doubt it)
Cause n***az like me down south (new orleans) stay bout it
Swamp n***az,
Tru soldiers
Fill your head with lead
I ain't scared to die i'll smoke your a** like douja
Retaliation is a must so i bust
Your a** be on the run i can't keep bullets up in my f**ing 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 f**ing dead n***az 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, h**n
Will i ever see the man upstairs i know my chances are slim
Cause god don't want no k**as standing next to him
So i'm a hustle and sell my d (dopeman)
But i wonder is there a heaven for a gangsta n***a like me
[chorus x4]