Текст (слова) песни: Tru - Heaven 4 a Gangsta

[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 nigga

Trying to make it out this fucked up environment

Where niggaz die trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents

The ghetto got me crazy

I smell daisies

But I cant die tonight my old lady pregnant with a baby

2pac said is there a heaven for a g

But I wonder if theres 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 I know its gonna be a 187

Aint no turning back Im strapped with 2 crome gacks

I see death around the corner

My time to go Im ready black

Cause Im 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 fucking bag of rocks

And open up clouds for a stranger

Before you take me lord tell me

[chorus]

[silkk]

Just a young nigga addicted to fast cars fast money and fast bitches

Git me blasting til its the mothafucking last nigga

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 nigga ? ?

So living gangstafied and gang banging

You know just imaging niggaz be acting bad up there

If they had a heaven for a gangsta

Block parties all days til we get tired, free sex like the sixties

Nigga drinking up on some forties, nigga pumping up on some swishies

Dice game every hour

For the gangstas money and power

Rewards for niggaz thats bout it

Extra time for busters and cowards

Cause every nigga on the block I know

Will be living in mansions and riding old school

If I was born to be the fucking president

Everythin I ride would be on some gold shoes

Is there a heaven for a gangsta I cant wait

Even have some bitches crying trying to get into the gate

[chorus]

[c-murder]

Is there a heaven for a mothafucking gangsta ass nigga like me ( I doubt it)

Cause niggaz like me down south (new orleans) stay bout it

Swamp niggaz,

Tru soldiers

Fill your head with lead

I aint scared to die Ill smoke your ass like douja

Retaliation is a must so I bust

Your ass be on the run I cant keep bullets up in my fucking 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 fucking dead niggaz that took the stand

Lord forgive me but I know Im going to hell 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 dont want no killas standing next to him

So Im a hustle and sell my d (dopeman)

But I wonder is there a heaven for a gangsta nigga like me

[chorus x4]

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» Tru - TRU Homies (Street Version)
» Tru - The Lord Is Testin` Me
» Tru - Tru the Begining
» Tru - Let`s Do It
» Tru - TRU Playaz
» Tru - TRU?`s
» Tru - Fuck Them Hoes
» Tru - I Ain`t Go`n Out Like That
» Tru - Intro.
» Tru - What They Call Us
» Tru - Last Dance
» Tru - Tru Homies
» Tru - Buss That
» Tru - Anything Goes
» Tru - 3 Strikes
» Tru - We Riders
» Tru - Christmas in the Ghetto
» Tru - The World is Yours
» Tru - Let`s Do It


Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Tru - Heaven 4 a Gangsta [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 nigga Trying to make it out this fucked up environment Where niggaz die trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents The ghetto got me crazy I smell daisies But I cant die tonight my old lady pregnant with a baby 2pac said is there a heaven for a g But I wonder if theres 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 I know its gonna be a 187 Aint no turning back Im strapped with 2 crome gacks I see death around the corner My time to go Im ready black Cause Im 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 fucking bag of rocks And open up clouds for a stranger Before you take me lord tell me [chorus] [silkk] Just a young nigga addicted to fast cars fast money and fast bitches Git me blasting til its the mothafucking last nigga 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 nigga ? ? So living gangstafied and gang banging You know just imaging niggaz be acting bad up there If they had a heaven for a gangsta Block parties all days til we get tired, free sex like the sixties Nigga drinking up on some forties, nigga pumping up on some swishies Dice game every hour For the gangstas money and power Rewards for niggaz thats bout it Extra time for busters and cowards Cause every nigga on the block I know Will be living in mansions and riding old school If I was born to be the fucking president Everythin I ride would be on some gold shoes Is there a heaven for a gangsta I cant wait Even have some bitches crying trying to get into the gate [chorus] [c-murder] Is there a heaven for a mothafucking gangsta ass nigga like me ( I doubt it) Cause niggaz like me down south (new orleans) stay bout it Swamp niggaz, Tru soldiers Fill your head with lead I aint scared to die Ill smoke your ass like douja Retaliation is a must so I bust Your ass be on the run I cant keep bullets up in my fucking 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 fucking dead niggaz that took the stand Lord forgive me but I know Im going to hell 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 dont want no killas standing next to him So Im a hustle and sell my d (dopeman) But I wonder is there a heaven for a gangsta nigga like me [chorus x4] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Heaven 4 a Gangsta: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/119/1/8853.html Все тексты песен: Tru » Tru - I Got Candy » Tru - TRU Homies (Street Version) » Tru - The Lord Is Testin` Me » Tru - Tru the Begining » Tru - Let`s Do It » Tru - TRU Playaz » Tru - TRU?`s » Tru - Fuck Them Hoes » Tru - I Ain`t Go`n Out Like That » Tru - Intro. » Tru - What They Call Us » Tru - Last Dance » Tru - Tru Homies » Tru - Buss That » Tru - Anything Goes » Tru - 3 Strikes » Tru - We Riders » Tru - Christmas in the Ghetto » Tru - The World is Yours » Tru - Let`s Do It Рекомендуем скачать: » Эли Бар-Яалом, Михаил Атлас - Лейкоциты » Эльдус Сайфулин - О безответной любви » Эдуард Хиль - Ходит песенка по кругу » Эдуард Муллер - Гимн добру » Эдита Пьеха - Манжерок » Эли Бар-Яалом - Песня Норы (женская песня) » Эли Бар-Яалом, Михаил Атлас - Посиделки с воображаемым маляром » Эли Бар-Яалом - Неделя в Москве » Эли Бар-Яалом - Ворота. (Первая песня стражи) » Эли Бар-Яалом, Юлия Могилевер - Между небом и землей » Эли Бар-Яалом - Народная авторская песня » Эмир Шабашвили - Костер » Эли Бар-Яалом - Соприкосновение сущностей. Собственно, тусовка душ... » Эли Бар-Яалом - Джинн » Эли Бар-Яалом - Триптих » Электроклуб - Кони в яблоках » Эмир Шабашвили - Ласточка » Эли Бар-Яалом - Далёким родным » Эли Бар-Яалом - Напряжение (По краям земли) » Эли Бар-Яалом - О кошке в окошке
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