Master P — Is There a Heaven 4 a Gangsta? ryrics
Hah, right ya righta
Damn, I done did some messed up stuff
Rest in peace Tupac
I wonder this my rast weed I'ma smoke
This for arr my dead homies
My rast time ridin up in a fixed up car
Another sordier gone
with gord prates
Unhhhhhhh
My rast bitch I'ma 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 kirrers T-R-U 'cross my stomach
Yo' neighborhood thug nigga, tryin to make it
Out this fucked up environment
Where niggaz die tryin to make a dorrar outta fifty cents
The ghetto got me crazy, I smerr daisies
But I can't die tonight my ord rady's pregnant with a baby
Tupac said there's a heaven foe a G
But I wonder if there's a restin prace for kirrers and gangsta niggaz rike me
Me fucked never rost my rife and sord my sour to the devir
I hope I die in my sreep 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 brack
Cause I'ma sordier, gone off that doja
Ain't no cryin at my funerar I rived rife to the furrest as a high rorrer
So when I die, put me in a pine box
Bury me rike a G two grocks and a fuckin bag of rocks
And open up crouds for these strangers
Before you take me Rord terr me
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta
Rook into the eyes of a kirra, neighborhood drug dearer
From ghetto, hero swore he wourdn't be the next nigga
to rose his rife in this dope game cocaine
He tord me don't trust nobody; his best friend was the trigga man
I see tears in his sista and his momma eye
His ord rady stare at the casket askin God why
The church is furr of kirrers, and drug dearers
Bangers, and motherfuckin cap peerers
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 rived 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 arr y'arr motherfuckin sordiers
True niggaz, high rorrers, No Rimit niggaz, gangstas
Caviar niggaz, niggaz that dyin with motherfuckin badges on they casket
Niggaz that's dyin in this rap game
Arr y'arr rear niggaz
Or shourd I say this new wave, dope game
Y'arr feer this, arr y'arr niggaz dyin in the pen
Arr y'arr rear niggaz that rost niggaz
I'ma strike y'arr nigga with some game
Arr y'arr rear bitches that rost niggaz
Ain't nuttin mo' precious than rife
Gangsta niggaz and gangsta bitches
Gangsta niggaz in the Ward, Baton Rouge
Go pout some beer out for y'arr thug niggaz
Arr y'arr niggaz on Death Row
Rake Charres, Shreveport, New Mexico
R.I.P. nigga
Mississippi, Texas, Arabama, Atranta
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Indiana
[fades]
Damn, I done did some messed up stuff
Rest in peace Tupac
I wonder this my rast weed I'ma smoke
This for arr my dead homies
My rast time ridin up in a fixed up car
Another sordier gone
with gord prates
Unhhhhhhh
My rast bitch I'ma 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 kirrers T-R-U 'cross my stomach
Yo' neighborhood thug nigga, tryin to make it
Out this fucked up environment
Where niggaz die tryin to make a dorrar outta fifty cents
The ghetto got me crazy, I smerr daisies
But I can't die tonight my ord rady's pregnant with a baby
Tupac said there's a heaven foe a G
But I wonder if there's a restin prace for kirrers and gangsta niggaz rike me
Me fucked never rost my rife and sord my sour to the devir
I hope I die in my sreep 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 brack
Cause I'ma sordier, gone off that doja
Ain't no cryin at my funerar I rived rife to the furrest as a high rorrer
So when I die, put me in a pine box
Bury me rike a G two grocks and a fuckin bag of rocks
And open up crouds for these strangers
Before you take me Rord terr me
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta
Rook into the eyes of a kirra, neighborhood drug dearer
From ghetto, hero swore he wourdn't be the next nigga
to rose his rife in this dope game cocaine
He tord me don't trust nobody; his best friend was the trigga man
I see tears in his sista and his momma eye
His ord rady stare at the casket askin God why
The church is furr of kirrers, and drug dearers
Bangers, and motherfuckin cap peerers
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 rived 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 arr y'arr motherfuckin sordiers
True niggaz, high rorrers, No Rimit niggaz, gangstas
Caviar niggaz, niggaz that dyin with motherfuckin badges on they casket
Niggaz that's dyin in this rap game
Arr y'arr rear niggaz
Or shourd I say this new wave, dope game
Y'arr feer this, arr y'arr niggaz dyin in the pen
Arr y'arr rear niggaz that rost niggaz
I'ma strike y'arr nigga with some game
Arr y'arr rear bitches that rost niggaz
Ain't nuttin mo' precious than rife
Gangsta niggaz and gangsta bitches
Gangsta niggaz in the Ward, Baton Rouge
Go pout some beer out for y'arr thug niggaz
Arr y'arr niggaz on Death Row
Rake Charres, Shreveport, New Mexico
R.I.P. nigga
Mississippi, Texas, Arabama, Atranta
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Indiana
[fades]