Intro:
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Shit, tired of getting shot at
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Tired of getting chased by the police and arrested
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Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
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A spot where we belong, that's just for us
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Niggas ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
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You na'mean?
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Where do niggas go when we die?
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Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga, that's why we go to Thug Mansion
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That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G
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At Thug Mansion
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Verse 1:
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A place to spend my quiet nights, Time to unwind,
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so much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times,
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I once contemplated suicide and woulda tried
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But when I held that nine all I could see was my mama's eyes
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No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
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Not knowing it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
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Picture me inside the misery and poverty
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No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived
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Praying hard for better days, Promised to hold on
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Me and my dogs don't have a choice but to roll on
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We finally found a spot to kick it
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Where we could drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit
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A spot where we could smoke in peace
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And even though we Gs,
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We still visualize places that we could roll a piece
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And in my minds eye, I see this place the players go and pass it
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Got a spot for us all, So we can ball
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At Thug'z Mansion
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Chorus:
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Ain't no place id rather be
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chillin' with homies and family
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sky high iced out paradise in the sky(thugz Manison.)
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Aint no place id rather be
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only place thats right for me
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chromed out manison in paradise in the sky
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Verse 2:
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Will I survive all the fights in the darkness? Trouble sparks
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They tell me home is where the heart is, dear departed
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I shed tattoo tears and couldn't sleep
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Good for multiple years Witness peers catch gunshots,
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nobody cares see the politicians ban us,
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they'd rather see us locked in chains
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Please explain why they can't stand us
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Is there a way for me to change?
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Or am I just a victim of things I did to maintain?
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I need a place to rest my head with the little bit of homeboys that remain
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Cause all the rest dead
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Is there a spot for us to grow? If ya find it, I'll be right behind ya,
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show me and I'll go
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How can I be peaceful?
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I'm coming from the bottom Watch my daddy scream peace while the other man shot
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em
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I need a house that's full of love when I need to escape the deadly places
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slanging drugs
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In Thugz Mansion
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Chorus
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Verse 3:
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Dear mama don't cry, Your baby boy's doin' good
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Tell the homies I'm in heaven and it ain't got hoods
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Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night
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It had me shook
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Drinking peppermint schnapps with Jackie Wilson and Sam Cook
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Then some lady named Billie Holiday sang
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Sittin there kickin it with Malcolm till the day came
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Lil' Latasha sure grown, tell the lady in the liquor store that she's forgiven
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So come home
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Maybe in time you'll understand, only God can save us
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Where Miles Davis cutting lose with the band
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Just think of all the people that you knew in the past that passed on
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They in heaven found peace at last
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Picture a place that they exist, together
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There has to be a place better than this, in Heaven
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So right before I sleep dear God what I'm asking
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Remember this face, save me a place
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In Thugz Mansion
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Chorus
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Thug Mansion
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2Pac |