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2 PAC — Thugz Mansion (n.y.)

From: мускатный & N@S …
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h —4-4-4-4—4-4-4-4—2-4-6—2-4-8
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HAVE FUN ,мускатный и N@S
Shit, tired of getting shot at
Tired of getting chased by the police and arrested
Niggas 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 and poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I’ve survived
Praying hard for better days
Promised to hold on
Me and my dogs don’t have a choice but to roll on
We finally found a spot to 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 a piece
And in my minds eye
I see this place the players go and pass it
Got a spot for us all
So we can ball
At Thugs Mansion
Every corner, every city
There’s a place where life’s a little busy
Little Hennessy, 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 momma 2 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 albumz support her
This whole year’s been crazy, asked the Holy Spirit to save me
Only difference from me and Ossie Davis, gray hair maybe
Cause I feel like my eyes saw too much sufferin
I’m just twenty-some-odd years, I done 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 heavnly champagne
What angels saw, with golden wings in thug’s mansion
Every corner, every city
There’s a place where life’s a little busy
Little Hennessy, 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
Drinking peppermint schnapps with Jackie Wilson
And Sam Cook
Then some lady named Billie Holiday sang
Sittin there kickin it with Malcolm till the day game
Lil’ 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
Where Miles Davis cutting 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 asking
Remember this face, save me a place
In Thugz Mansion
Every corner, every city
There’s a place where life’s a little busy
Little Hennessy, 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

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