Master P, The Game - Heaven For a Gangsta lyrics

Is there a heaven for a gangsta?
My nigga dead, he didn't make the team
Could've been the next ML King
Young niggas rolling with them triple beams
Coming from the 'lean
But why a nigga spilling dreams
Little homies dying over Twitter beefs
Black president, nigga shit concealed P
It's a dirty game when you got cash
Bitches don't holler when a nigga on the dash
I really know them muthafuckas wanted me
And now the worlds got a Chief Keef
He's just a lil nigga tryin' eat
I remember bitch, 99'
It's the 21st century, I'm still getting mine
Lil niggas pay attention and all my real
Niggas know that I miss em'

Is there heaven for a gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta?
Is there heaven for a gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta?
Is there heaven for a gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta?
Is there heaven for a gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta?

Let my niggas see out
Hotbox the 7 'till 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
Niggas know what we 'bout
Hard to snitch when the Glock
Knock your fucking teeth out
And I just voted for Obama nigga, but I'll
Still shoot you in front your momma, nigga
Word to Michelle, got stripes like gazelles
Pour hot sauce on the devil's food
Strike him at your hell
Skipped that just to take that scale
My favorite shrimp would drive a Maybach
I tipped that whale
Fish jelly in a Phantom with
A chick that's pale
White America's nightmare a rich black male
Used to work at Footlocker
Had to use my brothers piss
I got the job but he got hit with the fifth

Is there heaven for a gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta?
Is there heaven for a gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta?
Is there heaven for a gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta?
Is there heaven for a gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta?