Lyrics:
Cracker Can I Take My Gun To Heaven

Can I take my gun up to Heaven? Can I take my gun up to Heaven? Can I take my gun up to Heaven? Can I take my gun up to Heaven? Can I take my gun up to

meat And I know I can be better than this I gotta get me a car, man I gotta get a girl I know I can do it out there, man I'm finna go for it, man I

is in my hands, and i keep my hands closed i love my baby mommas, they get my highest honor gotta take care of them kids , man i kno ya heard Obama and i

I still standing here Nobody love me I ain't happy here My mama said, she can't handle him But still, I'm looking at the bright side But I view it through my

go down, I might just have to do some time, I'm ridin (fo'sho') It's on, you gon' be on your back I'm representin Detroit, until I die you see this D

regardless, Pun my man, rich or not I know he in heaven, yo he chillin with my pops Tell my pops how I'm doin, I ain't sellin drugs Tell my pops that

in the moment of most Runnin in churches with my gun, I'm nervous Disrupt the service, ask the pastor, "Where do I worship?" My life is worthless, I done

eight and three quarters, but I'm bigger than y'all If I left the gun home, I'ma give you the sword I'm the devil in the flesh, I can't give you the Lord

it I'll take it there Stuck in a wheelchair never gonna take another step again a weapon and the specimen I left him in a mess and I gotta Give a nigga