I was raised a little young nigga doin' bad shit Talk much shit, cause I never had shit I can remember bein' whooped in class And if I didn't pass momma would whoop my ass Was it my fault poppa didn't plan it out? Broke out left me to be the man of the house. I couldn't take it, had to make a profit Found a block, got a glock, and I clocked grip Makin G's was my mission Movin enough of this shit to get my momma out the kitchen And why must I sock a fella Just to live large like Rockafella First you didn't give a fuck, but you learnin now If you don't respect our town, then will burn you down God Dam, it's a mutherfuckin riot Black people on a rage, police so don't try it If your not from the town, then don't pass through Cause some O G's, fools might blast you It ain't right but it's long overdue We can't have peace, till the niggas get a piece too I want G so you labeled me a criminal And if I die, I wonda if heaven's got a ghetto. I wonder if heaven's got a ghetto I wonder if heaven's got a ghetto I wonder if heaven's got a ghetto I wonder if heaven's got a ghetto Here on earth Tell me whats a black life worth A bottle of juice is no excuse, the truth hurts And even when you take the shit Move cowards get a lawyer, you can shake the shit Ask Rodney, Natasha, and many more It's been goin on for years, theres plenty more When they ask me when will I violence cease? When your troops stop shootin niggas down in the streets Niggas had enough, time to make a difference Bear witness on are own business fuck the gaurd cause it's hard tryin to make ends meet But we couldn't afford the shit, now everythings free So we loot, please don't shot when ya see I'm takin from them, cause for years they would take from me Now the tables are turned around You didn't listen until the nigga burned it down Now Bush can't stop the hit I predict the shit, in 2pacalypse And for once I was down with niggas Felt good in the Hood, being around the niggas yeah And the first time everybody let go The streets is death row I wonda if heaven's got a ghetto. (Chorus) I see no changes, all I see is racist faces Misplaced hate makes disgraced races We under, I wonder what it takes to make this One better place, let erase the wasted Take the evil out the people they'll be actin right Cause both black and white is smokin crack tonight And the only time we deal is when we kill each other It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other Although it seems heaven sent We ain't ready to have a black president huh And ain't a secret don't conceal the fact The penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks I wake up in the mornin, and ask myself Is life worth livin ,should I blast myself I'm tired of being poor and even worse, I'm black My stomach hurts, so I'm lookin for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a negro Pull a trigga, kill a nigga , he's a hero Mo' nigga, mo' nigga, mo' niggas Rather be a dead then a po' nigga Let the lord judge the criminals, and If I die I wonda if heaven's got a ghetto. (Chorus until it fades out)