[Verse 1: Master P]
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Is there a heaven for a gangsta?
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My nigga dead, he didn't make the team, could've been the next ML King
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Young niggas rolling with them triple beams, coming from the 'lean
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But why a nigga spilling dreams, little homies dying over Twitter beefs
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Black president, nigga shit concealed P
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It's a dirty game when you got cash, bitches don't holler when a nigga on the dash
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[?]
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I really know them muthafuckas wanted me
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And now the worlds got a Chief Keef, he's just a lil nigga tryin' eat
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I remember bitch, 99'
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It's the 21st century, I'm still getting mine
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Lil niggas pay attention and all my real niggas know that I miss em'
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[Hook: x4]
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Is there heaven for a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
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[Verse 2: Game]
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Let my niggas see out
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Hotbox the 7 'till the smoke start to seep out
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Got on chains like a slave in the deep south
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Could've been Michael Jordan but I took the Master P route
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Had to take the street route, niggas know what we 'bout
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Hard to snitch when the Glock knock your fucking teeth out
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And I just voted for Obama nigga, but I'll still shoot you in front your momma, nigga
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Word to Michelle, got stripes like gazelles
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Pour hot sauce on the devil's food, strike him at your hell
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Skipped that [?] just to take that scale
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My favorite shrimp would drive a Maybach, I tipped that whale
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Fish jelly in a Phantom with a chick that's pale
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White America's nightmare; a rich black male
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Used to work at Footlocker, had to use my brothers piss
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I got the job but he got hit with the fifth
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[Hook]
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Heaven For A Gangsta
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Master P |