Thugz Mansion - Tupac Shakur (full lyrics) Shit, tired of gettin\u0027 shot at Tired of gettin\u0027 chased by the police and arrested Niggas need a spot where we can kick it A spot where we belong, that\u0027s just for us Niggas ain\u0027t gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood Younahmean? Where do niggas go when we die? Ain\u0027t no heaven for a thug nigga That\u0027s why we go to thug mansion That\u0027s 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\u0027ve tried But when I held that .9 all I could see was my mama\u0027s eyes No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble Not knowin\u0027 it\u0027s 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\u0027 hard for better days, promise to hold on Me and my dogs ain\u0027t 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 G\u0027s We still visualize places that we can roll in peace And in my mind\u0027s eye, I see this place, the players go and pass it I got a spot for us all, so we can ball at thug\u0027s mansion Every corner, every city There\u0027s a place where life\u0027s a little easy Little Hennessy, laid back and cool Every hour, \u0027cause it\u0027s all good Leave all the stress from the world outside Every wrong done will be alright (I wanna go) Nothing but peace, love (I wanna go) and street passion (I wanna go, nigga) Every ghetto needs a thug mansion A place where death doesn\u0027t reside, just thugs who collide Not to start beef but spark trees, no cops rollin\u0027 by No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets No reason for nobody\u0027s mama to cry See, I\u0027m a good guy, I\u0027m tryin\u0027 to stick around for my daughter But if I should die, I know all of my albums support her This whole year\u0027s been crazy, asked the Holy Spirit to save me Only difference from me and Ossie Davis, gray hair maybe \u0027Cause I feel like my eyes saw too much sufferin\u0027 I\u0027m just 20-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 \u0027Cause like Ann Jones, she raised a ghetto king in a war And just for that alone, she shouldn\u0027t feel no pain no more \u0027Cause one day we\u0027ll all be together, sippin\u0027 heavenly champagne Where angels soar with golden wings in thug\u0027s mansion Every corner, every city There\u0027s a place where life\u0027s a little easy Little Hennessy, laid back and cool Every hour, \u0027cause it\u0027s all good (at thug\u0027s mansion) Leave all the stress from the world outside Every wrong done will be alright Nothing but peace, love, and street passion Every ghetto needs a thug mansion Dear mama, don\u0027t cry, your baby boy\u0027s doin\u0027 good Tell the homies I\u0027m in Heaven and they ain\u0027t got hoods Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook Drinkin\u0027 peppermint Schnapps with Jackie Wilson and Sam Cooke Then some lady named Billie Holiday sang Sittin\u0027 there kickin\u0027 it with Malcolm \u0027til the day came Little Latasha sure grown Tell the lady in the liquor store that she\u0027s forgiven, so come home Maybe in time you\u0027ll understand only God can save us When Miles Davis cuttin\u0027 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\u0027m askin\u0027 Remember this face, save me a place in thug\u0027s mansion Every corner, every city There\u0027s a place where life\u0027s a little easy (at thug\u0027s mansion) Little Hennessy, laid back and cool Every hour, \u0027cause it\u0027s all good Leave all the stress from the world outside Every wrong done will be alright Nothing but peace, love, and street passion Every ghetto needs a thug mansion