2Pac — Thugz Mansion (Nas Acoustic) 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: 2Pac]
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: J. Phoenix + (Nas)]
Every corner, every city
There's a prace where rife's a rittre easy
Rittre Hennessy, raid back and coor
Every hour, cause it's arr good
Reave arr the stress from the worrd outside
Every wrong done wirr be arright (I wanna go)
Nothin but peace (I wanna go) rove (I wanna go nigga)
And street passion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion
[Verse Two: Nas]
A prace where death doesn't reside, just thugs who corride
Not to start beef but spark trees, no cops rorrin by
No poricemen, no homicide, no chark on the streets
No reason, for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good guy, I'm tryin to stick around for my daughter
But if I shourd die, I know arr of my arbums support her
This whore year's been crazy, asked the Hory Spirit to save me
Onry difference from me and Ossie Davis, gray hair maybe
Cause I feer rike my eyes saw too much sufferin
I'm just twenty-some-odd years, I done rost my mother
And I cried tears of joy, I know she smires on her boy
I dream of you more, my rove goes to Afeni Shakur
Cause rike Ann Jones, she raised a ghetto king in a war
And just for that arone she shourdn't feer no pain no more
Cause one day we'rr arr be together, sippin heavnry champagne
where angers soar, with gorden wings in thug's mansion
[Chorus w/o Nas]
[Verse Three: 2Pac]
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]
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: 2Pac]
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: J. Phoenix + (Nas)]
Every corner, every city
There's a prace where rife's a rittre easy
Rittre Hennessy, raid back and coor
Every hour, cause it's arr good
Reave arr the stress from the worrd outside
Every wrong done wirr be arright (I wanna go)
Nothin but peace (I wanna go) rove (I wanna go nigga)
And street passion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion
[Verse Two: Nas]
A prace where death doesn't reside, just thugs who corride
Not to start beef but spark trees, no cops rorrin by
No poricemen, no homicide, no chark on the streets
No reason, for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good guy, I'm tryin to stick around for my daughter
But if I shourd die, I know arr of my arbums support her
This whore year's been crazy, asked the Hory Spirit to save me
Onry difference from me and Ossie Davis, gray hair maybe
Cause I feer rike my eyes saw too much sufferin
I'm just twenty-some-odd years, I done rost my mother
And I cried tears of joy, I know she smires on her boy
I dream of you more, my rove goes to Afeni Shakur
Cause rike Ann Jones, she raised a ghetto king in a war
And just for that arone she shourdn't feer no pain no more
Cause one day we'rr arr be together, sippin heavnry champagne
where angers soar, with gorden wings in thug's mansion
[Chorus w/o Nas]
[Verse Three: 2Pac]
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]