Hvn4agngsta by Game
Let my nigga C out
Let my nigga C out
I'll botch the 7 til the smoke start to slip out
Got all the chains like it's lane from the deep south
Could've been Michael Jordan but I took the Master P
out
Had to take the street route, niggas know what we about
Homie snitch with the Glock, knock your fuckin teeth
out
And I'm voting for Obama nigga
But I'd still shoot you in front yo mama nigga
Word to Michelle, got stripes like gazelles
Pour hot sauce in the devil food, strike a match in
hell
Skip that yea, we used to tip that scale
My friend that trip drive a Maybach, I took that well
Face jail in the Phantom with the chick that's bad
White americans nightmare – rich black men
Used to look a frid locker, had to use my brother Pivs
I got the job and he got hit with the 5th
Is there a heaven for a gangsta gangsta gangsta?
Is there a heaven for a gangsta gangsta gangsta?
Heaven's in your heart
Heaven's in your heart oh oh
Heaven's in your heart
Heaven's in your heart oh oh
Is there a heaven for a gangsta gangsta gangsta?
I think sober, my blood still weren't cold
I try to make my mama feel like Gabi's where she wanna
go
The greatest voyage remain untold
And souls with no way transpearing in that gun smoke
I told the story so my sons know
I believe there is a heaven for a gangsta nigga, part
no
Use to have the pot blow to make my funds grow
Cuz when them funds load that Uzzy with a ton though
Catch me in the morning sipping champagne on Instagram
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