2Pac:

Shit, tired of getting shot at, tired of getting

chased by the police and arrested

Niggas need a spot where we could kick it,

a spot where we belong, thats just for us

Niggas aint gotta get all dressed up and

be Hollywood, know what I mean?

Where dem niggas go when we die?

Aint no heaven for a thug nigga,

thats why we go to Thug Mansion,

thats 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 times I was contempletin suicide,

and woulda tried

But when I held that knife all I could see

was my mommas eyes

No one knows my struggle,

they only see the trouble

Not knowin is hard to carry on

when no one loves you

Picture me inside the misery of poverty

No man alive has ever witnessed

struggles I survived

Prayin hard for better days,

promised to hold on

Me and my dawgs aint have a choice but to roll on

We finally found a spot where we could kick it

Where we could drink liquor and

no one bickers over trick shit

A spot where we could smoke in peace

and even though we Gs we still

visualize places that we could roll in peace

And in my mind I see this place

the players goin past

and got a spot for us all so we could ball,

at Thugz Mansion



Chorus:

Every corner, every city,

theres a place where lives a little busy

Little had you see, way back at cool

Every hour cuz its all good

We hold the stress from the world outside

Every wrong there will be a right

Nothing but peace, love, and street passion

Every ghetto needs a thug mansion



Nas:

A place where death doesnt reside

Just thugs who collide

Not to start beeper spark treatin no cops rollin by

No policeman, no homicide

No talk on the streets

No reason for nobodies momma to cry

See Im a good guy

Im tryin to stick around for my daughter

But if I should die I know all my albums support her

This whole years been crazy

ask the holy spirit to save me

Only difference from me and Nosie Davis

Gray hair maybe

Cuz I feel like my eyes saw too much sufferin

Im just 20 sum odd years

and I had lost my mother

And I cry tears of joy,

I know she smiles on her boy

I dream of you more,

my love goes to Afena Shakir

Cuz like Anne Jones she raised a

ghetto king in the war

And just for that alone she shouldnt

feel no pain no more

Cuz one day well all be together

Sippin heavenly champagne

What Andrew saw, where golden reigns

In Thugz Mansion



Chorus:

Every corner, every city,

theres a place where lives a little busy

Little had you see, way back at cool

Every hour cuz its all good

We hold the stress from the world outside

Every wrong there will be a right

Nothing but peace, love, and street passion

Every ghetto needs a thug mansion



2Pac:

Dear momma, dont cry

Your baby boys doin good,

tell the homies Im in heaven

And they aint gotta hurt

Seen a show with marvin Gaye last night

It had me shook

Drippin peppermint snops with Jackie Wilson

And Sam cook

The some lady named Billy Holiday

Sang sittin there kickin it with Malcolm

Til the day came

Little Natasha, she all grown

Tell the lady in the liquor store

That shes forgiven, so come home

Maybe in time youll understand

Only God can save us

With Mile Davis cutting loose

With the band

Just think of all the people

that you knew and that passed

that passed on lay in heaven

Found peace at last

Picture a place that they exist together

There has to be a place

Better than this in Heaven

So right before I sleep then

God what Im asking..

Remember this face,

Save me a place

In Thugz Mansion



Chorus:

Every corner, every city,

theres a place where lives a little busy

Little had you see, way back at cool

Every hour cuz its all good

We hold the stress from the world outside

Every wrong there will be a right

Nothing but peace, love, and street passion

Every ghetto needs a thug mansion