[Verse 1: Master P]
Is there a heaven for a gangsta?
My n***a dead, he didn't make the team, could've been the next ML King
Young n***as rolling with them triple beams, coming from the 'lean
But why a n***a spilling dreams, little homies dying over Twitter beefs
Black president, n***a shit concealed P
It's a dirty game when you got cash, bitches don't holler when a n***a on the dash
[?]
I really know them muthafuckas wanted me
And now the worlds got a Chief Keef, he's just a lil n***a tryin' eat
I remember bitch, 99'
It's the 21st century, I'm still getting mine
Lil n***as pay attention and all my real n***as know that I miss em'

[Chorus]
Is there heaven for a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta?
Is there heaven for a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta?
Is there heaven for a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta?
Is there heaven for a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta?

[Verse 2: The Game]
Let my n***as see out
Hotbox the 7 'till the smoke start to seep out
Got on chains like a slave in the deep south
Could've been Michael Jordan but I took the Master P route
Had to take the street route, n***as know what we 'bout
Hard to snitch when the Glock knock your fucking teeth out
And I just voted for Obama n***a, but I'll still shoot you in front your momma, n***a
Word to Michelle, got stripes like gazelles
Pour hot sauce on the devil's food, strike him at your hell
Skipped that [?] just to take that scale
My favorite shrimp would drive a Maybach, I tipped that whale
Fish jelly in a Phantom with a chick that's pale
White America's nightmare; a rich black male
Used to work at Footlocker, had to use my brothers piss
I got the job but he got hit with the fifth
[Chorus]
Is there heaven for a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta?
Is there heaven for a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta?
Is there heaven for a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta?
Is there heaven for a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta?