R.I.P Shit, tired of gettin shot atTired of gettin chased by the police and arrestedNiggaz need a spot where WE can kick itA spot where WE belong, that\'s just for usNiggaz ain\'t gotta get all dressed up and be HollywoodY\'knahmean? Where do niggaz go when we die?Ain\'t no heaven for a thug niggaThat\'s why we go to thug mansionThat\'s the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G... at thug mansion[Verse One]\nA place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind\nSo much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times\nI once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried\nBut when I held that 9, all I could see was my momma\'s eyes\nNo one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble\nNot knowin it\'s hard to carry on when no one loves you\nPicture me inside the misery of poverty\nNo man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived\nPrayin hard for better days, promise to hold on\nMe and my dawgs ain\'t have a choice but to roll on\nWe found a family spot to kick it\nWhere we can drink liquor and no one bickersover trick shit\nA spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G\'s\nWe still visualize places, that we can roll in peace\nAnd in my mind\'s eye I see this place, the players go in fast\nI got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug\'s mansion\n\n[Chorus: Anthony Hamilton]\nAin\'t no place I\'d rather be\nChillin\' with homies and family\nSky high, iced out paradise\nIn the skyyyyyyyyyy..\nAin\'t no place I\'d rather be\nOnly place that\'s right for me\nChromed out mansion in paradise\nIn the skyyyyyyyyyy..\n\n[Verse Two]\nWill I survive all the fights and the darkness?\nTrouble sparks, they tell me home iswhere the heart is, dear departed\nI shed tattooed tears and couldn\'t sleep good\nfor multiple years, witness peers catch gunshotsNobody cares, seen the politicians ban usThey\'d rather see us locked in chains, please explainwhy 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 headwith the little bit of homeboys that remains, cause all the rest deadIs there a spot for us to roll, if you find itI\'ll be right behind ya, show me and I\'ll goHow can I be peaceful? I\'m comin from the bottomWatch my daddy scream peace while the other man shot himI need a house that\'s full of love when I need to escapethe deadly places slingin drugs, in thug\'s mansion[Chorus w/ minor ad lib variations]\n\n[Verse Three]\nDear momma don\'t cry, your baby boy\'s doin good\nTell the homies I\'m in heaven and they ain\'t got hoods\nSeen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook\nDrippin peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke\nThen some lady named Billie Holiday\nSang sittin there kickin it with Malcolm, \'til the day came\nLittle LaTasha sho\' grown\nTell the lady in the liquorstore that she\'s forgiven, so come home\nMaybe in time you\'ll understand only God can save us\nWhen Miles Davis cuttin lose with the band\nJust think of all the people that you knew in the past\nthat passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last\nPicture a place that they exist, together\nThere has to be a place better than this, in heaven\nSo right before I sleep, dear God, what I\'m askin\nRemember this face, save me a place, in thug\'s mansion\n\n[Chorus - repeat 2X (w/ ad libs 2pac, Mansion, Thugz