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heaven 4 thugs - pacman da gunman & yhung t.o. lyrics

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know it’s heaven for a thug
on the day that i’m gone
so i ain’t even trippin
trynna write my wrongs
i been slanging held my own
i know god don’t make em like me no more

went and got a little money
they don’t like me no more
now a n*ggah keep a gun
ain’t no fighting no more n*ggah
ain’t no playing feds fair game in the field
n*ggah better ask around sh*t get real

n*ggah better ask around
the ones applying pressure on these n*ggahs
ain’t no such thing as backin down
better stand up to them
you better stand up thеm n*ggahs

don’t you let a n*ggah take your man hood
we’ll slidе through you and you and your man hood n*ggah

big body just do it don’t even think about it
up that b*tch you and me gotta be somebody
just to tell the truth i hope you realer than you move
cause this guide for real n*ggahs if you never break the rules
b*tch we into starting problems
we ain’t into paying homies
trynna come up out the bottom
all my n*ggahs really wildin
gotta turn into a beast in that jungle to survive it

still feed a n*ggah bullets
i’m just trynna feed you knowledge
went through h*ll to get sh*t poppin
i won’t let ah n*ggah stop it

had to pray to gangsta god
cause there wasn’t even no more options
and he told me keep yo chin up
you gon make it out the hood
doing bad for the good
if you thinking that he couldn’t

know it’s heaven for a thug
on the day that i’m gone
so i ain’t even trippin
trynna write my wrongs
i been slanging held my own
i know god don’t make em like me know more

went and got a little money
they don’t like me no more
now a n*ggah keep a gun
ain’t no fighting no more n*ggah
ain’t no playing feds fair game in the field
n*ggah better ask around sh*t get real
n*ggah better ask around sh*t getting real

last of a dying breed
why they wanna play with me
what the f*ck you think happened
when them n*ggahs shot at me
double back turn the light
we know they don’t hang at night

get her crackin broad day you know
i ain’t just rapping right
told me not to talk about it
n*ggahs think i really changed
ever since the money came rse still i bang

n*ggahs hate and b*tches fake
i say it to they face 40 in my left pocket
chopper right around the waist

your opinions never matter
you should save em
he ain’t grow up in the hood
i won’t pave em got the hood up on my bentley (?)

ain’t no feelings for no sucka’s
they disabled couple n*ggahs
round my life i knew a solid 4
why the f*ck was you doing this sh*t
i need to know never mind hold the line
i don’t wanna know
but n*ggah tell me what the f*ck i need to hear your cd for

- pacman da gunman yhung t o lyrics

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