Tru - Heaven 4 A Gangsta lyrics

[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 it's 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 it's 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]