| Is there a Heaven for G?
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| A place where the criminals and drug dealers meet?
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| A spot for the ones who did wrong, so tell me when I’m gone
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| Is there a Heaven for a G?
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| Now listen to me, is there a Heaven for a G?
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| A place where the criminals and drug dealers meet?
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| A spot for the ones who did wrong, so tell me when I’m gone
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| Is there a Heaven for a G?
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| Is there a Heaven for a G?
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| A ghetto in the sky, tell me where it be
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| Please anybody will you tell me what you know?
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| Cause after they die where do gun slingers go?
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| Visions of a Heaven got me picturin' the cloud
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| Now I don’t even know if any crooks are allowed
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| Did a lot of dirt, did a lot of things foul
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| So do I got the right to still say I’m God’s child?
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| Damn! |
| Oh, my Lord, forgive me for saying this
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| But I need to know, is Heaven just a waitin' list?
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| Can I really go? |
| Is it wearin' like a club
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| And they say I can’t get in cause I’m dressed like a thug
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| No love outside, knockin' on Heaven’s door
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| Standin' next to the thieves and the whores
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| People still poor, AIDS and welfare
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| That’s Hell there, is there a Heaven where
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| Yeah I’m thinkin' 'bout my friends, I miss 'em all, Hell yeah
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| So I talk to 'em, I’ll see y’all when I see there
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| If you hear me, then tell me what it feels like
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| Is it paradise, what this God look like?
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| Is he cool, is he mean, is he nice?
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| Is he tall, is he black, is he white?
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| I ain’t playin', I’m just tryna understand
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| Nobody never said is God a woman or a man
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| What about the inmates, what about the OGs?
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| What about the gang bangers, what about the dope fiends?
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| If it’s hell on Earth, what can Heaven be?
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| What happens if you got a couple felonies?
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| I already know, I’m ready when I die
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| I’ma go to Heaven all fucked up and high
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| Look up in the sky, me with a cellphone
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| Just in case Heaven like jail, I’ma call home
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| Is there Heaven for G?
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| A place where we go and remind us of the street
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| A spot where we don’t have to run from police
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| And we don’t feel pain, we ain’t blind, we can see
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| Somebody really tell me, is it life after death?
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| 'Cause I can picture in the flesh
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| Thinkin' to myself, I don’t have no homies left
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| Feels like I’m the last real nigga left
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| Wow, ridin' in a GT thinking about Curtis
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| Damn, been so many years since his murder
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| What happens to a killer who then gets murdered?
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| Does he go to Hell, or does he deserve to
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| Walk through the gates, live in God’s kingdom?
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| Do you got a place for a crack dealin' kingpin?
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| Tell me, is it Heaven for a G
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| If it is, please save a spot for me! |