2pac F- Nas Thugz Mansion Lyrics

Thugz Mansion Lyrics

2Pac:

 Shit, tired of getting shot at, tired of getting 

 chased by the police and arrested

 Niggas need a spot where we could kick it, 

 a spot where we belong, thats just for us

 Niggas aint gotta get all dressed up and 

 be Hollywood, know what I mean?

 Where dem niggas go when we die? 

 Aint no heaven for a thug nigga, 

 thats why we go to Thug Mansion, 

 thats 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 times I was contempletin suicide, 

 and woulda tried

 But when I held that knife all I could see 

 was my mommas eyes

 No one knows my struggle, 

 they only see the trouble

 Not knowin is 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, 

 promised to hold on

 Me and my dawgs aint have a choice but to roll on

 We finally found a spot where we could kick it

 Where we could drink liquor and 

 no one bickers over trick shit

 A  spot where we could smoke in peace 

 and even though we Gs we still 

 visualize places that we could roll in peace

 And  in my mind I see this place 

 the players goin past

 and got a spot for us all so we could ball, 

 at Thugz Mansion

 

 Chorus:

 Every corner, every city, 

 theres a place where lives a little busy

 Little had you see, way back at cool

 Every hour cuz its all good

 We hold the stress from the world outside

 Every wrong there will be a right

 Nothing but peace, love, and street passion

 Every ghetto needs a thug mansion

 

 Nas:

 A place where death doesnt reside

 Just thugs who collide

 Not to start beeper spark treatin no cops rollin by

 No policeman, no homicide 

 No talk on the streets

 No reason for nobodies momma to cry

 See Im a good guy

 Im tryin to stick around for my daughter

 But if I should die I know all my albums support her

 This whole years been crazy

 ask the holy spirit to save me

 Only difference from me and Nosie Davis

 Gray hair maybe

 Cuz I feel like my eyes saw too much sufferin

 Im just 20 sum odd years 

 and I had lost my mother

 And I cry tears of joy,

 I know she smiles on her boy

 I dream of you more, 

 my love goes to Afena Shakir

 Cuz like Anne Jones she raised a 

 ghetto king in the war

 And just for that alone she shouldnt

  feel no pain no more

 Cuz one day well all be together

 Sippin heavenly champagne

 What Andrew saw, where golden reigns

 In Thugz Mansion

 

 Chorus:

 Every corner, every city,

 theres a place where lives a little busy

 Little had you see, way back at cool

 Every hour cuz its all good

 We hold the stress from the world outside

 Every wrong there will be a right

 Nothing but peace, love, and street passion

 Every ghetto needs a thug mansion

 

 2Pac:

 Dear momma, dont cry

 Your baby boys doin good, 

 tell the homies Im in heaven 

 And they aint gotta hurt

 Seen a show with marvin Gaye last night

 It had me shook

 Drippin peppermint snops with Jackie Wilson

 And Sam cook

 The some lady named Billy Holiday 

 Sang sittin there kickin it with Malcolm

 Til the day came

 Little Natasha, she all grown

 Tell the lady in the liquor store

 That shes forgiven, so come home 

 Maybe in time youll understand

 Only God can save us

 With Mile Davis cutting loose

 With the band

 Just think of all the people 

 that you knew and that passed 

 that passed on lay 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 then

 God what Im asking..

 Remember this face, 

 Save me a place

 In Thugz Mansion

 

 Chorus:

 Every corner, every city, 

 theres a place where lives a little busy

 Little had you see, way back at cool

 Every hour cuz its all good

 We hold the stress from the world outside

 Every wrong there will be a right

 Nothing but peace, love, and street passion

 Every ghetto needs a thug mansion