| 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, thats just for us Niggaz aint gotta get all dressed up and be hollywood
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| Yknahmean? |
| where do niggaz go when we die?
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| Aint no heaven for a thug nigga
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| Thats why we go to thug mansion
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| Thats 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 mommas eyes
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| No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
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| Not knowin its 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 aint 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 gs We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace
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| And in my minds 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 thugs mansion
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| Every corner, every city
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| Theres a place where lifes a little busy
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| Little hennessy, laid back and cool
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| Every hour, cause its all good
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| Leave all the stress from the world outside
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| Every wrong done will be alright (I wanna go)
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| Nothin but peace (I wanna go) love (I wanna go nigga)
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| And street passion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion
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| A place where death doesnt reside, just thugs who collide
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| Not to start beef but spark trees, no cops rollin by No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
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| No reason, for nobodys momma to cry
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| See Im a good guy, Im tryin to stick around for my daughter
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| But if I should die, I know all of my albums support her
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| This whole years been crazy, asked the holy spirit to save me Only difference from me and ossie davis, gray hair maybe
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| Cause I feel like my eyes saw too much sufferin
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| Im just twenty-some-odd years, I done lost my mother
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| And I cried tears of joy, I know she smiles on her boy
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| I dream of you more, my love goes to afeni shakur
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| Cause like ann jones, she raised a ghetto king in a war
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| And just for that alone she shouldnt feel no pain no more
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| Cause one day well all be together, sippin heavnly champagne
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| What angels saw, with golden wings in thugs mansion
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| Dear momma dont cry, your baby boys doin good
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| Tell the homies Im in heaven and they aint 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 shes forgiven, so come home
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| Maybe in time youll 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 Im askin
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| Remember this face, save me a place, in thugs mansion |