2Pac - Thugz Mansion

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Tupac:

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

Tupac:

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 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 Thug'z Mansion

(Chorus)

Every corner, every city

There’s a place where life’s a little easy

Little hennesy, laid back and cool

Every hour, cuase it’s all good

leave all stressed from the world outside

Every wrong done will be allright

Nothing but peace, love

It’s street passion

Every ghetto needs a thug mansion

Nas:

A place where death doesn’t reside

Just thugz who collide

Not to start beef

Or spark trees

No cops rollin by

No policemen

No homicide

No talk on the streets

No reason

For no body’s momma to cry

See I’m a good guy

Im tryin to stick around for my daughter

But if I should die

I know all of my albums support her

This whole year’s been crazy

Ask the Holy Spirit to save me

Only difference from me and nosy Davis grey hair maybe

Cuase I feel like my eyes saw to much sufferin

Im just 20 some odd years I haven’t lost my mother

And I cry tears of joy

I know she smiles on a boy

I dream of you more

My luck goes to Afeni Shakur

Cuase like Anne 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

Sipping heavenly champaigne

With angels songs, with golden rings

In Thugz Mansion

Chorus

Tupac:

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'll 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

(Chorus)

2Pac - Changes

{1}

Come on come on

I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself

Is life worth living should I blast myself?

I'm tired of bein' poor even worse I'm black

My stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch

Cops give a damn about a negro

Pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero

Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares

One less hungry mouth on the welfare

First ship 'em dope let 'em deal the brothers

Give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other

It's time to fight back that's what Huey said

2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead

I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere

Unless we share with each other

We gotta start makin' changes

Learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers

And that's how it's supposed to be

How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?

I'd love to go back to when we played as kids

But things changed, and that's the way it is

{Bridge w/ changing ad libs}

Come on come on

That's just the way it is

Things'll never be the same

That's just the way it is

Aww yeah

{Repeat}

{2}

I see no changes all I see is racist faces

Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races

We under I wonder what it takes to make this

One better place, let's erase the wasted

Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right

'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight

And only time we chill is when we kill each other

It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other

And although it seems heaven sent

We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh

It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact

The penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks

But some things will never change

Try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game

Now tell me what's a mother to do

Bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you

You gotta operate the easy way

I made a G today But you made it in a sleazy way

Sellin' crack to the kid. I gotta get paid,

Well hey, well that's the way it is

{Bridge}

{Talking:}

We gotta make a change...

It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.

Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live

And let's change the way we treat each other.

You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do

What we gotta do, to survive.

{3}

And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace

It's war on the streets the war in the Middle East

Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs

So the police can bother me

And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do

But now I'm back with the blacks givin' it back to you

Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up,

Crack you up and pimp slap you up

You gotta learn to hold ya own

They get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone

But tell the cops they can't touch this

I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this

That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool

My mama didn't raise no fool

And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped

And; I never get to lay back

'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs

Some buck that I roughed up way back

Comin' back after all these years

Rat - a - tat - tat - tat - tat that's the way it is uhh

{Bridge 'til fade}

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