Pacman da Gunman & Yhung T.O. – Heaven 4 Thugs

Heaven 4 Thugs Lyrics

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 niggah keep a gun
Ain’t no fighting no more niggah
Ain’t no playing feds fair game in the field
Niggah better ask around shit get real

Niggah better ask around
The ones applying pressure on these niggahs
Ain’t no such thing as backin down
Better stand up to them
You better stand up thеm niggahs

Don’t you let a niggah take your man hood
We’ll slidе through you and you and your man hood niggah

Big body just do it don’t even think about it
Up that bitch you and me gotta be somebody
Just to tell the truth I hope you realer than you move
Cause this guide for real niggahs if you never break the rules

Bitch we into starting problems
We ain’t into paying homies
Trynna come up out the bottom
All my niggahs really wildin
Gotta turn into a beast in that jungle to survive it

Still feed a niggah bullets
I’m just trynna feed you knowledge
Went through hell to get shit poppin
I won’t let ah niggah 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 niggah keep a gun
Ain’t no fighting no more niggah
Ain’t no playing feds fair game in the field
Niggah better ask around shit get real

Niggah better ask around shit getting real

Last of a dying breed
Why they wanna play with me
What the fuck you think happened
When them niggahs 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
Niggahs think I really changed
Ever since the money came rse still I bang

Niggahs hate and bitches 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 niggahs
Round my life I knew a solid 4
Why the fuck was you doing this shit
I need to know never mind hold the line
I don’t wanna know
But niggah tell me what the fuck I need to hear your cd for

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