Tru

Tru - Heaven 4 A Gangsta (TRU Remix)

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[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]

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