| Shit, tired of gettin shot at Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
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| Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it A spot where WE belong, that’s just for us Niggaz ain’t gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
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| Y’knahmean? |
| Where do niggaz go when we die?
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| Ain’t no heaven for a thug nigga
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| That’s why we go to thug mansion
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| That’s the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G
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| … at thug mansion
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| A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind
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| So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times
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| I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried
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| But when I held that 9, all I could see was my momma’s eyes
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| No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
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| Not knowin it’s hard to carry on when no one loves you
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| Picture me inside the misery of poverty
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| No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived
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| Prayin hard for better days, promise to hold on Me and my dawgs ain’t have a choice but to roll on We found a family spot to kick it Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit
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| A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G’s
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| We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace
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| And in my mind’s eye I see this place, the players go in fast
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| I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug’s mansion
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| Ain’t no place I’d rather be Children, dead homies and family
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| Sky high, iced out paradise
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| In the skyyyyyyyyyy.
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| Ain’t no place I’d rather be Only place that’s right for me Chromed out mansion in paradise
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| In the skyyyyyyyyyy.
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| Will I survive all the fights and the darkness?
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| Trouble sparks, they tell me home is where the heart is, dear departed
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| I shed tattooed tears and couldn’t sleep good
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| for multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots
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| Nobody cares, seen the politicians ban us They’d rather see us locked in chains, please explain
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| why they can’t stand us, is there a way for me to change?
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| Or am I just a victim of things I did to maintain?
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| I need a place to rest my head
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| with the little bit of homeboys that remains, cause all the rest dead
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| Is there a spot for us to roll, if you find it
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| I’ll be right behind ya, show me and I’ll go How can I be peaceful? |
| I’m comin from the bottom
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| Watch my daddy scream peace while the other man shot him
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| I need a house that’s full of love when I need to escape
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| the deadly places slingin drugs, in thug’s mansion
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| w/ minor ad lib variations
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| Dear momma don’t cry, your baby boy’s doin good
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| Tell the homies I’m in heaven and they ain’t got hoods
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| Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook
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| Drippin peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke
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| Then some lady named Billie Holiday
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| Sang sittin there kickin it with Malcolm, 'til the day came
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| Little LaTasha sho’grown
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| Tell the lady in the liquor that she’s forgiven, so come home
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| Maybe in time you’ll understand only God can save us When Miles Davis cuttin lose with the band
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| Just think of all the people that you knew in the past
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| that passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last
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| Picture a place that they exist, together
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| There has to be a place better than this, in heaven
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| So right before I sleep, dear God, what I’m askin
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| Remember this face, save me a place, in thug’s mansion
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| — repeat 2X (w/ ad libs) |