lirik lagu tru - heaven for a gangster (tru remix)

[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-gg-
trying to make it out this f-cked up environment
where n-gg-z 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 f-cked up for most my life
done sold my soul to the devil
i hope i die in my sleep i know its gonna be a 187
ain’t no turning back i’m strapped with 2 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
aint 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 f-cking bag of rocks
and open up clouds for a stranger
before you take me lord tell me

[chorus]

[silkk]

just a young n-gg- addicted to fast cars fast money and fast b-tches
git me blasting til its the mothaf-cking last n-gg-
its gone be hard trying to get to heaven cause my life is mostly marred
all i see is 2 levels and 187 sell a n-gg- ??
so living gangstafied and gang banging
you know just imaging n-gg-z be acting bad up there
if they had a heaven for a gangsta
block parties all days til we get tired, free s-x like the sixties
n-gg- drinking up on some forties, n-gg- pumping up on some swishies
dice game every hour
for the gangstas money and power
rewards for n-gg-z that’s bout it
extra time for busters and cowards
cause every n-gg- on the block i know
will be living in mansions and riding old school
if i was born to be the f-cking president
everythin i ride would be on some gold shoes
is there a heaven for a gangsta i can’t wait
even have some b-tches crying trying to get into the gate

[chorus]

[c-murder]

is there a heaven for a mothaf-cking gangsta -ss n-gg- like me ( i doubt it)
cause n-gg-z like me down south (new orleans) stay bout it
swamp n-gg-z,
tru soldiers
fill your head with lead
i ain’t scared to die i’ll smoke your -ss like douja
retaliation is a must so i bust
your -ss be on the run i can’t keep bullets up in my f-cking gun
they ask me why am i so sick,
its because of my click
full of murders and robbers, rehabilitated convicts
rest in peace to all my f-cking dead n-gg-z that took the stand
lord forgive me but i know i’m going to h-ll 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 gangsta n-gg- like me

[chorus x4]

- lirik lagu tru

Lirik lagu lainnya:

LIRIK YANG LAGI HITS MINGGU INI