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Willing To Die

Gangsta Heaven
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records

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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%


Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%


Category:
Urban


Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap


Keywords:
Alley, Barrio, City, Dark, Drive By, Drugs, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Laid Back, Mean, Ominous, Prison, Scary, Street, Urban


Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Strings, Synthesizer


BPM:
93


Key:
Em


Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo


Time Signature:
4/4


Lyrics:
Gangsta Heaven

GANGSTA HEAVEN

CHORUS
If I go to heaven
Let a gangsta lead
Cant always hit eleven seen a gangsta bleed
I didnt want to go but now I know that theres a gangsta heaven
A gangsta heaven

VERSE 1
We could all go to hell
Or heaven who can tell
Round one ring the bell
Late at night smoke was coming
From the alley that's right it was sign
Of a visible click in the midst of hits
That's critical cause if my man wasn't smoked up
Probably wouldn't a gotten loc'd up choked up in the cut
Thought I smelled something funny in the air that night
So we bounce vehicular the ounce particularly sticky
Underneath the seat one hand on the wheel
One hand on my heat been too long on the street
To not know my enemy I keep em close and tell em jokes
And make em think im funny
The only thing I had on my mind was the money
But I shoulda known wed rolled alone
For way too long way too long

CHORUS

VERSE 2

Seems like my feet always stuck in concrete
I seen the Mafioso drop a kid from a hundred feet
If you wanna play the game you might go insane
Too much talk makes dick a plain jane
What if I never make it back to my old stoop
What if I don't last till they call me old school
Im picturing a place with a smile on my face
Always thugs rollin trees and theres always a breeze
Aint no memories no death no destruction
Just blessed out crissed out let me make my introduction
Im popacapalotiguess I don't digress
You either catch rep or catch slugs in the chest
Whats better whats worse red sweater in the hearse
Heard you callin nurse wonder who get here first
Then the clouds dispersed and I was up in the heavens

CHORUS

The chosen few get to go
You know my soul told me so
(repeat)

CHORUS



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