this 8ball contemplating suicide (Hold Up) Tryna smoke the pain away Hand on the dessert All dogs go to heaven Til then (smoke weed everyday) [Game]
me to heaven Ia??m ready to go to heaven cana??t wait to get to heaven so come take me to heaven Just come take me...take me. [Verse 1] Ma daddy said
(feat. Master P, C-Murder, Silkk) [Chorus] Is there a heaven for a gangsta gangsta gangsta ughh 2x Is there a heaven for a gangsta [Master P] Grew
Jay Tee) [Don Cisco] Yeah Uh, you know, we always hope we do the right thang Tryin' to do my thang [Chorus: Don Cisco] With my momma up in heaven Hope
grandma Othella so Rest In Peace hater [Verse 2 - J. Cole] A many blessings sent from heaven thanking God to be alive Flight attendant woke me up said Mr.Cole you have arrived, welcome In this game
Maurice White, Burt Bacharach & Philip Bailey All my life I've been told Men don't show much emotion And they say With love we play Games that have
He speaks to us through middlemen And he shepherds his flock We sing out and we praise His name He supports us in war He presides over football games
do the same thing when I shake with the 'K If a nigga make a mistake wit the pay, Goddamit At the club I get right in So if heaven got a ghetto I should
tour, I wizz through'em like Gilbert Arenas Imma ball till I fall and I'm restin in heaven In the 60 I-L that's the best of the sevens No games played
lust) Forget what we've done(inside) Protect what we built Never ending The ship of pills has crashed on heaven's shore So kiss the girl, let the games
stop mi life then I'm a be a legend they gone be talking bout me in front of macdonalds and heavens oh they said pain y u sang u better off game bang
We're just one move closer to heaven. Got my AK47 The rich man won't take no blame and the poor man is just easy game. And the next day you're out
the mind to the God Te-Hun As we begin with the warrior's flex Yeah! Fee to the Fi and Fo to the Fum! I smell the game of four wicked mortal men Try to
Delivery I Bet My Little Friend Will Put Em' Outta His Misery These Niggas Wanna Finish Me And Send Me To The Reverend Honostly, There's Probably Better Compitition In Heaven
all my hustlas on the corner of 7/11 Po alert on the ground and I start reppin For all the homies layin down restin up in heaven And I hope you watchin
ever want this to end [Verse 3:] When I come home my bath water and my food ready And that lingere she be wearin be keeping the mood steady Lord Heaven
ain't so, tell me why I live like this Po' than a motherfuckers, but I still give like I'm rich I promise trying to make it to heaven, is hard as hell
you pick up your pistol and therefor Represent yourself, with the plastic Cause me myself, wanna put all of you motherfuckers in caskets Fuck love, 'less it's coming from the heaven
