[Intro: Master P]
Huh, light your lighters (Damn), you know, I done did some messed up stuff
Rest in peace 2Pac (I wonder this my last weed I'ma smoke), this for all my dead homies
Another soldier gone (My last time ridin' up in a fixed up car with gold Daytons)
But never forgotten (My last bitch I'ma fuck), uhh (Is this the end?)

[Chorus]
Is there a Heaven for a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? Uhh
Is there a Heaven for a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? Uhh
Is there a Heaven for a gangsta?

[Verse 1]
Grew up in the ghetto, raised by killers, T-R-U 'cross my stomach
Your neighborhood thug n***a tryna make it
Out this fucked up environment
Where n***as die tryna make a dollar out of fifteen cent
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 for a G
But I wonder if there's a restin' place for killers and gangsta n***as like me
Been fucked up for most of my life and sold my soul to the Devil
I hope I die in my sleep, but know 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, Black
'Cause I'm a soldier gone off that doja
Ain't no cryin' at my funeral, I lived life to the fullest, a high roller
So when I die (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 (Strangers)
Before you take me, Lord, tell me
[Chorus]
Is there a Heaven for a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? Uhh
Is there a Heaven for a gangsta?

[Verse 2]
Look into the eyes of a killa, neighborhood drug dealer
Ghetto hero, swore he wouldn't be the next n***a
To lose his life in this dope game (Cocaine)
He told me don't trust nobody, his best friend was the trigger man
I see tears in his sister and his mama eye
His old lady stare at the casket askin' God why
The church is full of killers, 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 homie
A bunch of rest in peace t-shirts with his motherfuckin' picture on it
This n***a lived fuckin' rowdy, and if he gotta die (Rowdy)
He don't give a fuck, 'cause this n***a been 'bout it

[Chorus]
Is there a Heaven for a gangsta, gangsta? Uhh
Is there a Heaven for a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? Uhh
Is there a Heaven for a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? Uhh

[Outro]
Is there a Heaven for a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? Uhh
This goes out to all y'all motherfuckin' soldiers
True n***as (High rollers), No Limit n***as (Gangstas)
Calio n***as (N***as that dyin' with motherfuckin' pictures on they casket)
N***as that's dyin' in this rap game (All y'all real n***as)
Or should I say this new wave dope game (Y'all feel this, all y'all n***as dyin' in the pen)
All y'all real n***as that lost n***as (I'ma sprinkle y'all n***as with some game)
All y'all real bitches that lost n***as (Ain't nothin' more precious than life)
Gangsta niggs in New Orleans (Gangsta bitches)
Baton Rouge (All y'all n***as on Death Row), go pour some beer out for y'all thug n***as
Lake Charles, Shreveport, New Mexico (R.I.P., n***a)
Mississippi (Uhh), Texas (Uhh), Alabama (Uhh), Atlanta
Is there a Heaven for a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? Uhh (Indiana, Cleveland)
Is there a Heaven for a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Indianapolis, Florida, Arkansas, Ohio)