Master P - Is There a Heaven 4 a Gangsta? lyrics

Hah, light ya lighta Damn
I done did some messed up stuff
Rest in peace 2Pac I wonder this
My last weed I'mma 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'mma 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 niggas 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
2Pac said there's a heaven foe a G
But I wonder if there's a restin place
For killers and gangsta niggas 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'mma 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, 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 niggas, high rollers, No Limit niggas
Gangstas caviar niggas
Niggas that dyin with motherfuckin
Badges on they casket
Niggas that's dyin in this rap game
All y'all real niggas
Or should I say this new wave, dope game
Y'all feel this
All y'all niggas dyin in the pen
All y'all real niggas that lost niggas
I'mma strike y'all nigga with some game
All y'all real bitches that lost niggas
Ain't nuttin mo' precious than life
Gangsta niggas and gangsta bitches
Gangsta niggas in the Ward, Baton Rouge
Go pout some beer out for y'all thug niggas
All y'all niggas on Death Row
Lake Charles, Shreveport, New Mexico
RIP nigga
Mississippi, Texas, Alabama, Atlanta

Is there a heaven 4
A gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, uHHHHH! Indiana