Shit tired of getting shot at Tired of getting chased by the police and arrested Nigga's need a spot where we can kick it A spot where we belong that's just for us Niggas ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood You na mean? Where do niggas go when we die? Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga That's why we go to thug mansion That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G At thug 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 mama's eyes No one knows my struggle They only see the trouble Not knowing it's hard to carry on when no one loves you Picture me inside the misery of poverty No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survive Praying hard for better days Promise to hold on Me and my dogs ain't got a choice but to role on We found a finally spot to kick it Where we could drink liquor and no one pickers over trick shit A spot where we could smoke in peace And even though we G's we still visualize places that we can roll on pieces And in my mind's eyes I can see this place where players go and pass And got a spot for us all so we can ball in thug mansion () There ain't no place I'd rather be Chillin' with homies and family In a sky high iced out paradise In the sky (Thug mansion) Ain't no place I'd rather be The only place that's right for me In a chromed out mansion in paradise In the sky Will I survive all the fights and the darkness troubled spots? Tell my homies where the heart is here to party I shed tattoos tears and couldn't sleep good for multiple years With these tears cast gun shots Nobody cares See the politicians band us They'd rather see us locked in chains Please explain why they can't stand us Is there a way for me 2 change? Or am I just a victim of things I did to maintain I need a place to rest my head With a little bit of home boys that remain 'Cuz all the rest dead Is there a spot for us to roll if you find it? I'll be right behind you Show me and I'll go I can not be peaceful I'm coming from the bottom Watching my Daddy scream peace While the other man shot him I need a house just for the love When I need to escape the very places selling drugs In thug mansion () Dear mother don't cry your baby boy's gonna be good Tell the homies I'm in heaven and I ain't got hoods Seen this show with Marvin Gay last night It had me sdripping peppermint snot With Jakey Wilson and Sam Cook Then some lady named Billy Holiday sang Sitting there kicking it with Malcom till the day came Little Latasha, she'd grown tell the lady in the liquor store That she's forgiven so come home Maybe in time you'll understand only God could save Us When my baby's cutting loose wit the band Just think of all the people that you knew in the past That passed on, lay in heaven, found peace at last Picture a place that they exist Together It has to be a place better then this, in heaven So right before I sleep dear God what I'm asking: Remember this face, save me a place In thug mansion.
Writer(s): Alan Jackson, Channel 7, Anthony Hamilton, 2pac