Is Heaven For A Gangsta

歌詞

Why play with me? I play for keeps That's the reason they mad Even though I started with nothing, I still broke it in half I showed 'em how to style they clothes, niggas wasn't having no swag Showed 'em most these hoes was thotties, don't be calling 'em bad You get me outta this this time, God, and I solemnly swear But ask my momma, never had no problem making my bed I be beating 'em 'cause they weakness is not thinking ahead The streets convinced me that they really just want all of us dead Even before I jumped off the porch, I was right on the edge My life of a playa, so I don't got no right to be scared Understand my problems stood over and shot in the head You know you coulda been but ain't 'cause on that day it jammed And my lil' brother rushing, fucked up and put one in the head Niggas know that blood been shed, rest in peace to Lil Dan We was the greatest show on ice without no skates or a sled Hopped out, pipe in my hand on a opp from the 'Gram He ain't buss back, he ran like he never said what he said Must have been playing, either way, he ain't gon' do it again Is it a place other than hell or jail you get to go when you down? (Where you get to go when you down) For all the niggas who meant well but fell 'cause ain't nobody tryna hear 'em ('Cause ain't nobody tryna hear 'em) So, he turned to a killer, turned to a dealer out in the hood with his niggas You either is or you isn't, you either did or you didn't Gotta make a decision You either with or against us But ain't no playing the middle Yeah, yeah And I'll beat the cell Still a catch a sell and you can get a load Get fifty or more, you come out west and pick yo' own Pick a stone, official whistle blower on my wrist alone Six figures strong, this skelly bone cost a nigga home Better known for spanking shit, that's what I got famous with I ain't on no playing shit, they know not to play with this We wait till he got out and I sprayed his whip, that's when it's made a hit But I'll never trip and go both ways, quick to spank a bitch Roll the dice, did it all my life just like a Vegas trip But you know I hit the jackpot Praying that this price drop, if not, then I'll be back, watch I was out here bending like I didn't have no future Like "Lick Back" wasn't no diss track It was just how I was moving And all the opps said they'll do it to me, but they never prove it And I learned hate ain't never make no paper, never do it Like I learned life is better cooling, so I'm playing stupid And I learned full extension like going fishing when you shooting Do God accept survivors whose involvement made 'em ruthless? Isn't Heaven for a shooter? Isn't Heaven for a mover? For the ones who really do it? Or was I born in hell and all this shit just an illusion, huh?