Is There-Master p/The Game

Is There (feat. The Game) - Master p Hah, light ya lighta damn, I done did some messed up stuff Rest in peace tupac I wonder this my last w**d ima smoke This for all my dead homies my last time ridin up in a fixed up car Another soldier gone with gold plates Unhhhhhhh my last ***** ima *****, is this the end? Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, uhhhhh! Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, uhhhhh! Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta Grew up in the ghetto, raised by killers t-r-u cross my stomach Yo neighborhood thug ni**a, tryin to make it Out this *****ed up environment Where niggaz die tryin to make a dollar outta fifty cents The ghetto got me crazy, I smell daisies But I cant die tonight my old ladys pregnant with a baby Tupac said theres a heaven foe a g But I wonder if theres a restin place for killers and gangsta niggaz like me Me *****ed never lost my life and sold my soul to the devil I hope I die in my sleep but the noise its gonna be a one-eighty-seven Aint no turnin back Im strapped with two chrome gats I see death around the corner (damn, run) my time to go Im ready to black Cause ima soldier, gone off that doja Aint no cryin at my funeral I lived life to the fullest as a high roller So when I die, put me in a pine box Bury me like a g two glocks and a *****in bag of rocks And open up clouds for these strangers Before you take me lord tell me Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, uhhhhh! Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta Look into the eyes of a killa, neighborhood drug dealer From ghetto, hero swore he wouldnt be the next ni**a To lose his life in this d**e game coc*ine He told me dont trust nobody; his best friend was the trigga man I see tears in his sista and his momma eye His old lady stare at the casket askin God why The church is full of killers, and drug dealers Bangers, and mother*****in cap peelers Six of his homies carried him to the hearse First time that he even been to church Damn, now hes in the dirt Pourin out beer for my dead homey A bunch of rest in peace t-shirt with his mother*****in picture on it This ni**a lived *****in rowdy, and if he gotta die He dont give a ***** cause this ni**a, been bout it Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, uhhhhh! Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, uhhhhh! Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, uhhhhh! This goes out to all yall mother*****in soldiers True niggaz, high rollers, no limit niggaz, gangstas Caviar niggaz, niggaz that dyin with mother*****in badges on they casket Niggaz thats dyin in this rap game All yall real niggaz Or should I say this new wave, d**e game Yall feel this, all yall niggaz dyin in the pen All yall real niggaz that lost niggaz Ima strike yall ni**a with some game All yall real *****es that lost niggaz Aint nuttin mo precious than life Gangsta niggaz and gangsta *****es Gangsta niggaz in the ward, baton rouge Go pout some beer out for yall thug niggaz All yall niggaz on death row Lake charles, shreveport, new mexico R.i.p. ni**a Mississippi, texas, alabama, atlanta Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, uhhhhh! Indiana *fades*