Текст песни Tru - Heaven 4 a Gangsta, слова песни Tru

Текст песни Tru - Heaven 4 a Gangsta

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[chorus]Is there a heaven for a gangsta gangsta gangsta ughh 2xIs there a heaven for a gangsta[master p]Grew up in the ghetto raised by a killaTru across my stomachYour neighborhood thug niggaTrying to make it out this fucked up environmentWhere niggaz die trying to make a dollar out of 15 centsThe ghetto got me crazyI smell daisiesBut I cant die tonight my old lady pregnant with a baby2pac said is there a heaven for a gBut I wonder if theres a resting place for killas and gangstas like meBeen fucked up for most my lifeDone sold my soul to the devilI hope I die in my sleep I know its gonna be a 187Aint no turning back Im strapped with 2 crome gacksI see death around the cornerMy time to go Im ready blackCause Im a soldier gone off that doujaAint no crying at my funeral I lived life to the fullest a high rollerSo when I die put me in a pine boxBury me like a g 2 glocks and a fucking bag of rocksAnd open up clouds for a strangerBefore you take me lord tell me[chorus][silkk]Just a young nigga addicted to fast cars fast money and fast bitchesGit me blasting til its the mothafucking last niggaIts gone be hard trying to get to heaven cause my life is mostly marredAll I see is 2 levels and 187 sell a nigga ? ? So living gangstafied and gang bangingYou know just imaging niggaz be acting bad up thereIf they had a heaven for a gangstaBlock parties all days til we get tired, free sex like the sixtiesNigga drinking up on some forties, nigga pumping up on some swishiesDice game every hourFor the gangstas money and powerRewards for niggaz thats bout itExtra time for busters and cowardsCause every nigga on the block I knowWill be living in mansions and riding old schoolIf I was born to be the fucking presidentEverythin I ride would be on some gold shoesIs there a heaven for a gangsta I cant waitEven 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 itSwamp niggaz,Tru soldiersFill your head with leadI aint scared to die Ill smoke your ass like doujaRetaliation is a must so I bustYour ass be on the run I cant keep bullets up in my fucking gunThey ask me why am I so sick,Its because of my clickFull of murders and robbers, rehabilitated convictsRest in peace to all my fucking dead niggaz that took the standLord forgive me but I know Im going to hell manI walk the streets with my converse, khakies and my chrome gackPockets full of drug money and crack, heroinWill I ever see the man upstairs I know my chances are slimCause God dont want no killas standing next to himSo Im a hustle and sell my d (dopeman)But I wonder is there a heaven for a gangsta nigga like me[chorus x4]

Tru

Heaven 4 a Gangsta

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