Heaven For a “G” Is there a Heaven for a G A gangsta and all his dead homies Kickin it on a cloud Talkin’ hella loud Is There a Heaven for a G Does God have a need For cloud drivebys And G’s who try To get the angels to drop there wings On the first prayer And do the **** thing Talkin’ ‘bout how you and your whole crew Just ran through it And swear the devil made y’all do it Is there a Heaven for a G Somewhere he can smoke weed And nobody trippin cause it’s already Hella cloudy Everybody already hella high A place where they say they brother Jesus is a sissy A daddy’s boy that need to mind his own Before he gets beat down off his throne Shitt…straight running **** up in here Straight set trippin’ up there Is there a Heaven for a G Well, lets see When he was alive Everyday he tried to be Hella High The block where he clocked And of course got shot Was because his potna’s And all they drug deals Made it Hot as hell You asking me… Is there a Heaven for a G It would be funny to me If Heaven’s Gate Had a sign that read Hoes Up G’s down Who would be clowning then? Didn’t want be Captain Save A Hoe But where you gonna go You can try to get over high And it still ain’t gonna make you fly Your devilish deeds Your demonic greed Your sins you pretend Was for the love of the game Don’t hate the player Who wasn’t ashamed to wear his cross Pop your collar Say it’s nothing to a boss While you wore yours flossed out Hollarin’ about how much you flipped To lace your **** wit’ Diamonds and gold Platinum so bold But you sold your soul To be the coldest “G” Is there a Heaven for a “G” Straight mobbin’ on God’s **** Askin’t Him what’s up Can a “G” just kick it up in your spot And God say He think not Don’t go for your gat Cuz’ God ain’t trying to hear all that Besides ain’t nothing going on in Heaven But some stone cold chillin’ Not gansta drug dealing, stealin’ or killin’ Ain’t no liquor store for you to post Ain’t no blunts for you to blaze Ain’t no hoogies you can toss up Ain’t no dice games for you to fade You might find Some snitches, suckers and past foes Some babie’s mommas ******* broads and hoes Course they gon’ have some new clothes Some wing tipped laced in gold **** So, you might not even recognize You might see some of your dead homies Who chose to claim Heaven as they stomping grounds “Eternal For Life” Fool what….. While you lookin’ stuck True to fact Gospel rap Is all that up in Heaven see But you asking me Is there a Heaven for a “G” Gansta’ please…. If you don’t change your ways On your last day You gonna pray down on your knees Is there a Heaven for a “G” You gon’ see…. Trust me Please Believe Hell naw!