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Shit, tired of getting shot at | Tired of getting chased by the police and arrested | Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
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
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