[Intro]
[Master P]

Huh, damn, (light your lighters. TRU!), cuz I done did some messed up ___ my last weed Ima smoke (to all my dead homies!)___ another soldier gone ridin' up in a fixed up ___ (when I die...) where killas and gangstas like me go!


[Chorus]
Is there a heaven for a gangsta gangsta gangsta ughh 2x
Is there a heaven for a gangsta


[Master P]

Grew up in the ghetto, raised by a killa
TRU across my stomach
Your neighborhood thug n***a
Trying to make it, out this fucked up environment
Where n***as die trying to make a dollar out of 15 cent
The ghetto got me crazy
I smell daisies
But I can't die tonight my ol' lady pregnant with a baby
2Pac said there's 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 but I know it's gonna be a 187
Ain't no turnin' back I'm strapped with 2 chrome gats
I see death round 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, 2 Glocks, and a fuckin' bag of rocks
And open up clouds for this stranger
Before you take me lord, tell me!

[Chorus]


[Silkk The Shocker]

Just a young n***a, addicted to fast cars, fast money, and fast bitches (Sheist? livin')
Got me blasting til it's the motha fuckin' last n***a
It's gone be hard, tryin' to get into heaven, cause my life is on some money
All I see is 211's and 187's, sell a n***a never
So livin' gangstafied, __ and bangin'
You know, just imagin' n***as be actin' bad up there
If they had a heaven for a gangsta
Block parties for days til we get tired, free sex like the sixties
N***a drinkin' up on some forties, n***a puffin' up on some swishers
Dice game every hour
For the gangstas money and power
Rewards for n***as that's bout it
Preacher time for busters and cowards
Cause every n***a I know on the block
Will be livin' in mansion and ridin' old school
Al Capone will be the fuckin' president
Everything I ride would be on some gold shoes
And if there's a heaven for a gangsta I can't wait
For Pac and E to have some bitches and chronic at the gate

[Chorus]


[C-Murder]

Is there a heaven for a motha fuckin' gangsta ass n***a like me (Fuck no!) I doubt it
Cause n***as like me down south (new orleans) stay bout it
Swamp n***as
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 cuz of my click
Full of murders and robbers, rehabilitated convicts
Rest in peace to all my motha fuckin' dead n***as that took a stand
God forgive me but I know I'm going to hell man
I walk the streets with my converse, khakis, and my chrome gat
Pockets full of drug money and crack, heroin
Will I ever see the man upstairs I know my chance is slim
Cause God don't want no killas standin' next to him
So I'm a hustle, and sell my D (dopeman)
But I wonder is there a heaven for a gangsta n***a like me

[Chorus x4]


[Master P]
Is there a heaven for a gangsta, gangsta...


[Outro]
[Master P]

Ugh, this goes out to all ya'll true n***as and ___, huh, out there, ___ tryin' to make to a heaven 4 a gangsta. To my lil' brotha Kevin Miller...2Pac...Eazy E, and all ya'll...n***as out there, who lost ya'll life in this rap game, or should I say this dope game. Ya'll n***as know. Can't trust nobody on these streets. Ya best friend might be yo enemy. Just remember that. There might be a heaven 4 a gangsta. All ya'll n***as that's here right now, ___bitch no time soon, one love, ___ n***a keep it real, ugh!!