The Game - HVN4AGNGSTA lyrics

[Verse 1:Game] Let my n***a C out Hotbox the 7 til the smoke start to seep out Got on chains like a slave in the deep south Could've been Michael Jordan but I took the Master P route Had to take the street route, n***as know what we about Hard to snitch with the Glock knock your f**in' teeth out And I voted for Obama n***a But I'd still shoot you in front yo' mama n***a Word to Michelle, got stripes like gazelles Pour hot sauce in the devil food, strike a match in hell Skip that yayo just to tip that scale My favorite stripper drive a Maybach, I tip that well Fish tail in the Phantom with a chick that's pale White America's nightmare, rich black male Used to work at Foot Locker, had to use my brother piss I got the job, but he got hit with the fifth [Hook] Is there a heaven for a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? Is there a heaven for a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? Heaven's in your heart Heaven's in your heart oh oh Heaven's in your heart Heaven's in your heart oh oh Is there a heaven for a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? [Verse 2: Game] I think so but my blood still run cold I'm tryin' to make my momma feel like Gabby's when she won gold The greatest stories remain untold As souls with no way transparent in that gun smoke I told the story so my sons know I believe there is a heaven for a gangsta n***a, Pun know Use to have to pump blow to make my funds grow Cuz when them funds low that Uzi weigh a ton though Catch me in the morning sipping champagne on Instagram Funny how that chandelier used to be a ceiling fan Funny how that Buick Regal, turned into a Lam Funny how Liddy's grandson turned into a man I look around out here, a bunch of little me's Everybody tryna do it big, a bunch of lil seeds Since lil Jojo can no longer breathe I'ma ask y'all for him so check it [Hook] [Verse 3: Master P] My n***a dead, didn't make the team He could've been the next ML King Young n***as rolling with them triple beams Cup full of lean but why a n***a spilling dreams? And the little homies died over Twitter beef Black president, n***a should consider P It's a dirty game n***a when you got cash b**hes don't holla when the n***a on his a** And the pigs hit the trap and they gots heat I really know the motherf**ers wanted me And now the world's scared of Chief Keef He just a lil n***a tryna eat I remember b**h 99 Now it's 20-12 I'm getting mine Little n***as pay attention, all my real n***as know that I miss ‘em [Hook]