Thugz Mansion (nas Acoustic) Lyrics - Better Dayz - 2pac

Shit, tired of gettin' shot at 

Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested 

Niggaz need a spot where we can kick it 

A spot where we belong, that's just for us 

Niggaz ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood 

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 only place where thugs get in free 

And you gotta be a G at Thug Mansion 

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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 9, all I could see was my momma's eyes 

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble 

Not knowin' 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 survived 

Prayin' hard for better days, promise to hold on 

Me and my dawgs ain't have a choice but to roll on 

We found a family spot to kick it 

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit 

A spot where we can smoke in peace 

And even though we Gs, we still visualize places 

That we can roll in peace 

And in my mind's eye I see this place 

The players go in fast 

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball at Thug's Mansion 

Photos 

Every corner, every city 

There's a place where life's a little easy 

Little Hennessey, laid back and cool 

Every hour 'cause it's all good 

Leave all the stress from the world outside 

Every wrong done will be alright 

Nothin' but peace, love and street passion 

Every ghetto needs a Thug Mansion 

A place where death doesn't reside 

Just thugs who collide 

Not to start beef, but spark trees 

No cops rollin' by, no policemen, no homicide 

No chalk on the streets 

No reason for nobody's mama to cry 

See I'm a good guy, I'm tryin' to stick around for my daughter 

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

This whole year's been crazy, asked the Holy Spirit to save me 

Only difference from me and Jose Davis, gray hair maybe 

'Cause I feel that my eyes saw too much sufferin' 

I'm just twenty some odd years and I already lost my mother 

And I cried tears of joy 

I know she smiles on her boy, I dream of you more 

My love goes to Afeni Shakur 

'Cause like Ann Jones, she raised a ghetto king in a war 

And just for that alone, she shouldn't feel no pain no more 

'Cause one day we'll all be together 

Sippin' heavenly champagne where angels soar 

With golden wings at Thugs Mansion 

Every corner, every city 

There's a place where life's a little easy 

Little Hennessey, laid back and cool 

Every hour 'cause it's all good 

Leave all the stress from the world outside 

Every wrong done will be alright 

Nothin' but peace, love and street passion 

Every ghetto needs a Thug Mansion 

Dear mama don't cry, your baby boy's doin' good 

Tell the homies I'm in heaven and it ain't got hoods 

Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook 

Drinkin' peppermint schnapps 

With Jackie Wilson and Sam Cook 

Then some lady named Billie Holiday sang 

Sittin' there kickin' it with Malcolm 'til the day came 

Little Latasha sure grown 

Tell the lady in the liquor store that she's forgiven 

So come home 

Maybe in time you understand 

Only God can save us 

When Miles Davis cuttin' lose with the band 

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past 

That passed on, they 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, dear God, what I'm askin' 

Remember this face, save me a place 

In Thugz Mansion 

Every corner, every city 

There's a place where life's a little easy 

Little Hennessey, laid back and cool 

Every hour 'cause it's all good 

Leave all the stress from the world outside 

Every wrong done will be alright 

Nothin' but peace, love and street passion 

Every ghetto needs a thug mansion