Shit, tired of getting shot at
tired of getting chased by the police and arrested
niggas need a spot where we can kick it
a spot where we belong, thatand's just for us
niggas ainand't gotta get all dressed up and be hollywood
you naand'mean?
where do niggas go when we die?
ainand't no heaven for a thug nigga
thatand's why we go to thug mansion
thatand's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a g
At thugs 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 nine
all i could see was my mamaand's eyes
no one knows my struggle
they only see the trouble
not knowing itand's hard to carry on when no one loves you
picture me inside the misery and poverty
no man alive has ever witnessed struggles iand've survived
praying hard for better days
promised to hold on
me and my dogs donand't have a choice but to roll on
we finally found a spot to 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 a piece
and in my minds eye
i see this place the players go and pass it
got a spot for us all
so we can ball
at thugs mansion
every corner, every city
thereand's a place where lifeand's a little easy
little hennessey, laid back and cool
every hour cause itand's all good
leave all the stress from the world outside
every wrong done will be alright
nothing but peace, love and street passion
every ghetto needs a thug mansion
A place where death doesnand't reside
just thugs who collide
not to start beef
but spark trees
no cops rolling by
no policemen
no homicide
no chalk on the streets
no reason, for nobodyand's mama to cry
see iand'm a good guy
iand'm trying to stick around for my daughter
but if i should die
i know all of my albums support her
this whole yearand's been crazy
asked the holy spirit to save me
only difference from me jose davis is gray hair maybe
and'cause i feel that my eyes saw too much suffering
iand'm just twenty some odd years and i already lost my mother and i cried
tears of joy
i know she smiles on her boy
i dream of you more
my love goes to afeni shakur
and'cause like ann jones
she raised a ghetto king in a war
and just for that alone
she shouldnand't feel no pain no more
and'cause one day weand'll all be together
sipping heavenly champagne where angels soar with golden rings
at thugs mansion
Every corner, every city
thereand's a place where lifeand's a little easy
little hennessey, laid back and cool
every hour cause itand's all good
leave all the stress from the world outside
every wrong done will be alright
nothing but peace, love and street passion
every ghetto needs a thug mansion
Dear mama donand't cry
your baby boyand's doin good,
tell the homies iand'm in heaven and it ainand't got hoods
seen a show with marvin gaye last night
it had me shook
drinking peppermint schnapps with jackie wilson
and sam cook
then some lady named billie holiday sang
sittin there kickin it with malcolm till the day came
liland' latasha sure grown
tell the lady in the liquor store that sheand's forgiven
so come home
maybe in time you understand
only god can save us
where miles davis cutting 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 iand'm asking
remember this face, save me a place
in thugz mansion
