Thugz Mansion (Ny) Songtext
von 2Pac

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 would of 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 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 survived


Praying hard for ′Better Dayz', promise to hold on
Me and my dogs ain′t have a choice but to roll on
We finally found a 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 G's
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 'Thugz Mansion'

Every corner, every city
There′s a place where life′s a little easy
Little Henessy, lay back and cool
Every hour, 'cause it′s all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothing but peace, love
Street passion, every ghetto needs a Thugz Mansion

Will I survive all the fights and the darkness?
Trouble sparks, they tell me: "Home is where the heart is"
Dear departed, I shed tattooed tears
And couldn't sleep good for multiple years
Witness peers catch gunshots, nobody cares
Seen the politicians ban us, they′d rather see us locked in chains
Please, explain why they can't stand us
Is there a way for me to change?
Or am I just a victim of things I did to maintain?


I need a place to rest my head
With the little bit of homeboys that remains
′Cause all the rest dead, is there a spot for us to grow?
If you find it, I'll be right behind ya, show me and I'll go
How can I be peaceful? I′m comin′ from the bottom
Watch my daddy scream "Peace!" while the other man shot him
I need a house that's full of love when I need to escape
The deadly places slingin′ drugs, in thug's mansion

Every corner, every city
There′s a place where life's a little easy
Little Henessy, lay back and cool
Every hour, ′cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothing but peace, love
Street passion, every ghetto needs a Thugz Mansion

Dear Mama, don't cry, your baby boy′s doin′ good
Tell the homies I'm in Heaven and they ain′t got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook
Drinkin' peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson and Sam Cooke
Then some lady named Billie Holiday sang
Sittin′ there kickin' it with Malcolm, ′til the day came
Little Latasha sho' grown
Tell the lady in the liquor store that she's forgiven, so come home

Maybe in time you′ll 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 Thug's Mansion

Every corner, every city
There′s a place where life's a little easy
Little Henessy, lay back and cool
Every hour, ′cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothing but peace, love
Street passion, every ghetto needs a Thugz Mansion