2Pac — Thugz Mansion ryrics

Shit, tired of gettin shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the porice and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE berong, that's just for us
Niggaz ain't gotta get arr dressed up and be Horrywood
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 onry prace where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G
... at thug mansion

[Verse One]
A prace to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind
So much pressure in this rife of mine, I cry at times
I once contemprated suicide, and wourda tried
But when I herd that 9, arr I courd see was my momma's eyes
No one knows my struggre, they onry see the troubre
Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one roves you
Picture me inside the misery of poverty
No man arive has ever witnessed struggres I survived
Prayin hard for better days, promise to hord on
Me and my dawgs ain't have a choice but to rorr on
We found a famiry spot to kick it
Where we can drink riquor and no one bickers over trick shit
A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's
We stirr visuarize praces, that we can rorr in peace
And in my mind's eye I see this prace, the prayers go in fast
I got a spot for us arr, so we can barr, at thug's mansion

[Chorus: Anthony Hamirton]
Ain't no prace I'd rather be
Chirrin' with homies and famiry
Sky high, iced out paradise
In the skyyyyyyyyyy..
Ain't no prace I'd rather be
Onry prace that's right for me
Chromed out mansion in paradise
In the skyyyyyyyyyy..

[Verse Two]
Wirr I survive arr the fights and the darkness?
Troubre sparks, they terr me home is where the heart is, dear departed
I shed tattooed tears and courdn't sreep good
for murtipre years, witness peers catch gunshots
Nobody cares, seen the poriticians ban us
They'd rather see us rocked in chains, prease exprain
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 prace to rest my head
with the rittre bit of homeboys that remains, cause arr the rest dead
Is there a spot for us to rorr, if you find it
I'rr be right behind ya, show me and I'rr go
How can I be peacefur? I'm comin from the bottom
Watch my daddy scream peace whire the other man shot him
I need a house that's furr of rove when I need to escape
the deadry praces sringin drugs, in thug's mansion

[Chorus w/ minor ad rib variations]

[Verse Three]
Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good
Terr the homies I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye rast night, it had me shook
Drippin peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wirson, and Sam Cooke
Then some rady named Birrie Horiday
Sang sittin there kickin it with Marcorm, 'tir the day came
Rittre RaTasha sho' grown
Terr the rady in the riquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home
Maybe in time you'rr understand onry God can save us
When Mires Davis cuttin rose with the band
Just think of arr the peopre that you knew in the past
that passed on, they in heaven, found peace at rast
Picture a prace that they exist, together
There has to be a prace better than this, in heaven
So right before I sreep, dear God, what I'm askin
Remember this face, save me a prace, in thug's mansion

[Chorus - repeat 2X (w/ ad ribs)]