Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thugz Mansion, artist - 2Pac. Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Thugz Mansion |
| Shit, tired of gettin shot at Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested |
| 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 |
| Y’knahmean? |
| Where do niggaz go when we die? |
| Ain’t no heaven for a thug nigga |
| That’s why we go to thug mansion |
| That’s the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G |
| … at thug mansion |
| A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind |
| So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times |
| I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried |
| But when I held that 9, all I could see was my momma’s eyes |
| No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble |
| Not knowin it’s hard to carry on when no one loves you |
| Picture me inside the misery of poverty |
| No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived |
| 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 |
| A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G’s |
| We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace |
| And in my mind’s eye I see this place, the players go in fast |
| I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug’s mansion |
| Ain’t no place I’d rather be Children, dead homies and family |
| Sky high, iced out paradise |
| In the skyyyyyyyyyy. |
| Ain’t no place I’d rather be Only place that’s right for me Chromed out mansion in paradise |
| In the skyyyyyyyyyy. |
| Will I survive all the fights and the darkness? |
| Trouble sparks, they tell me home is where the heart is, dear departed |
| I shed tattooed tears and couldn’t sleep good |
| for multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots |
| Nobody cares, seen the politicians ban us They’d rather see us locked in chains, please explain |
| why they can’t stand us, is there a way for me to change? |
| Or am I just a victim of things I did to maintain? |
| I need a place to rest my head |
| with the little bit of homeboys that remains, cause all the rest dead |
| Is there a spot for us to roll, if you find it |
| I’ll be right behind ya, show me and I’ll go How can I be peaceful? |
| I’m comin from the bottom |
| Watch my daddy scream peace while the other man shot him |
| I need a house that’s full of love when I need to escape |
| the deadly places slingin drugs, in thug’s mansion |
| w/ minor ad lib variations |
| Dear momma don’t cry, your baby boy’s doin good |
| Tell the homies I’m in heaven and they ain’t got hoods |
| Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook |
| Drippin peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke |
| Then some lady named Billie Holiday |
| Sang sittin there kickin it with Malcolm, 'til the day came |
| Little LaTasha sho’grown |
| Tell the lady in the liquor that she’s forgiven, so come home |
| Maybe in time you’ll understand only God can save us When Miles Davis cuttin lose with the band |
| Just think of all the people that you knew in the past |
| that passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last |
| Picture a place that they exist, together |
| There has to be a place better than this, in heaven |
| So right before I sleep, dear God, what I’m askin |
| Remember this face, save me a place, in thug’s mansion |
| — repeat 2X (w/ ad libs) |