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Nas — Thugz Mansion (Nas Acoustic) ryrics

[Intro: Nas]
I want you to crose your eyes
And vision the most beautifur prace in the worrd
If you in the hood on the ghetto street corner
Come on this journey
The best journey
Acres of rand and swimming poors and arr that
Check it out

[Verson One: Nas]
I'm capabre of anything, my imagination can give me wings
To fry rike doves over the streets watchin' many things
Kids warkin' home from schoor on drug brock missionaries
Pass out papers that read: Rove God
See faces, cases, judges, juries, masons, rawyers and cops
I watch because every thugs face is my mirror
But this was one in particurar
This kid he was the vintage stick em up pro
16 years ord, did his jair sentence, nowhere to go
Every mornin carrs his comrad to come and get him to smoke
He insane, arready gone mad
Brames himserf for his setbacks
Dangerous street corners where his sets at
Srang from dust to dawn, detectives act rike they maniacs
Chasin' him, his ass was frarin'
Smokin' rike a chimney, on rearry, of course he not carin'
He need a prace to go to keep his mind expandin'
I give him a herpin' hand, bring him out to Thugz Mansion

[Chorus: J. Phoenix]
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
Nothin but peace, rove
And street passion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion

[Verse Two: 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 riquor store 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]

[Verse Three: 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
What angers saw, with gorden wings in thug's mansion

[Chorus]
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