Heaven for a Gangsta (TRU remix) Lyrics & Tabs by TRU
Heaven for a Gangsta (TRU remix)
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Is there a Heaven for a gangster, gangster, gangster, ugh?
Is there a Heaven for a gangster, gangster, gangster, ugh?
Is there a Heaven for a gangster?
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 it's gonna be a 187
Ain't no turning back, I'm strapped with two crome gacks
Done, sold my soul to the Devil
I hope I die in my sleep, I know it's gonna be a 187
Ain't no turning back, I'm strapped with two 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
Ain't 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 two glocks and a fucking bag of rocks
And open up clouds for a stranger
Before you take me, Lord, tell me
Is there a Heaven for a gangster, gangster, gangster, ugh?
Is there a Heaven for a gangster, gangster, gangster, ugh?
Is there a Heaven for a gangster?
Just a young nigga, addicted to fast cars fast money and fast bitches
Git me blasting 'til it's the mothafucking, last nigga
It's gon' be hard trying to get to Heaven 'cause my life is mostly marred
All I see is two levels and 187 sell a nigga [Unverified]
So, living gangsterfied 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 gangster? I can't wait
Even have some bitches crying trying to get into the gate
Is there a Heaven for a gangster, gangster, gangster, ugh?
Is there a Heaven for a gangster, gangster, gangster, ugh?
Is there a Heaven for a gangster?
Is there a Heaven for a mothafucking, gangsta ass, nigga like me?
(I doubt it)
'Cause niggaz like me down South stay 'bout it
(New Orleans)
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? It's because of my clique
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 gangster nigga like me?
Is there a Heaven for a gangster, gangster, gangster, ugh?
Is there a Heaven for a gangster, gangster, gangster, ugh?
Is there a Heaven for a gangster?
Is there a Heaven for a gangster, gangster, gangster, ugh?
Is there a Heaven for a gangster, gangster, gangster, ugh?
Is there a Heaven for a gangster?
Is there a Heaven for a gangster, gangster, gangster, ugh?
Is there a Heaven for a gangster, gangster, gangster, ugh?
Is there a Heaven for a gangster?
Is there a Heaven for a gangster, gangster, gangster, ugh?
Is there a Heaven for a gangster, gangster, gangster, ugh?
Is there a Heaven for a gangster?
