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game – hvn4agngsta lyrics

let my n-gg- c out
let my n-gg- 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, n-gg-s know what we about
homie snitch with the glock, knock your f-ckin teeth
out
and i’m voting for obama n-gg-
but i’d still shoot you in front yo mama n-gg-
word to mich-lle, got stripes like gazelles
pour hot sauce in the devil food, strike a match in
h-ll
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 â€“ 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 n-gg-, 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
funny how that chandelier used to be a ceiling fan
funny how that buick reboot, turned into a lamb
funny how liddy’s grandson turned into a man
i look around out here, a bunch of little me’s
everybody tryina do it big, a bunch of lil seeds
since lil jojo can no longer breathe
i’m extra for hips and checkers

my n-gg- dead, didn’t make the team
he could’ve been the next ml king
young n-gg-s rolling with them triple beans
cup full of lean but why a n-gg- spilling dreams?
and the little homies died over 20 beef
black president, n-gg-‘s chick considered pimp
it’s a dirty game n-gg- when you got cash
b-tches don’t holla when the n-gg- on his -ss
in the big set the trap and they got semi
i really know the motherf-ckers wanted me
and now the world’s got a chief keef
he just a lil n-gg- tryna eat
i remember b-tch â€˜99
nice 20 problem getting mine
little n-gg-s pay attention, all my real n-gg-s know
that i miss â€˜em

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