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Shit, tired of gettin shot at Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it A spot where WE belong, that's just for us Niggaz ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood Y'knahmean? Where do niggaz 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[Verse One] 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 9, all I could see was my momma's eyes No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble Not knowin 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 Prayin hard for better days, promise to hold on Me and my dawgs ain't 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'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 thug's mansion[Chorus: Anthony Hamilton] Ain't no place I'd rather be Chillin' with homies and family Sky high, iced out paradise In the skyyyyyyyyyy.. Ain't no place I'd rather be Only place that's right for me Chromed out mansion in paradise In the skyyyyyyyyyy..[Verse Two] 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 roll, 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[Chorus w/ minor ad lib variations][Verse Three] Dear momma 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 Drippin 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 liquorstore 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
Yo what up, my nigga? You know, I was in the hood... I just thought I'd stop by...and holler at you for a minute... Pour out a little liquor or somethin'[Verse 1] Nigga, we done been through a lot of shit together From runnin' these streets to bein' down for whatever And now that you're gone I got a whole lot of shit to tell ya Things I should've said way back when we was younger Remember when we used to roll hand in hand? And now I'm trippin' on how I really miss you, man And remember when...you and me would say We'd get up out this hood and everything would be okay It's all good now... My nigga, we out the hood now...(Uh) We had the...same ideas, but not the...same careers We shared the...same old laugh, but not the...same tears You were my homie, my stoney, my Rollie My nigga and never placed no bitch befo' me Man, I swear to God I love for that shit Why'd you have to get hit? Where was I? What time was it? You were supposed to get older with me On stage, hands on shoulders with me Coppin' them Range Rovers with me Sittin' on thangs and...smokin' trees And if it wasn't for the will that God had made I'd turn back the hands of time and take your place Sittin' here sippin' on this Hennessy Just...thinkin' about how much you meant to me, my nigga[Bridge] Even though you're gone, you will always be my nigga Though you made it home, I'm still missin' you, my nigga I'm feelin' like the timing was wrong, my nigga I know you're smilin' down sayin', "Carry on, my nigga" Sometimes my nights can get long, my nigga Sometimes I feel God did me wrong, my nigga So I had to write a song, my nigga... Just to let you know that you're...still my nigga[Hook] I wish, I wish, I wish... (Oh, I) I wish, I wish, I wish...[Verse 2] Your little son is lookin' at me like, "Where's my daddy?" And your 13-year old daughter is mad 'cuz she understands Promised your mama I'd take care of the family But she's so hurt, she turns away my helpin' hands Damn, I wish your ass was here, my nigga To grow that gray beard and smoke that cigar, my nigga And we would talk about you gettin' up out this game And you would tell me how it keeps callin' your name (We used to ride-ride-ride) Never afraid to...(Die,die,die) But some times we'd...(Cry,cry,cry) Askin' the Lord...(Why,why,why)...they're tearin' down these projects... We were homies for like 20 thug years (Say what?) Sat in church and cried the same thug tears (Say what?) You remember when Vibe World Premier How we used to share the same old gear And remember when...you and me would say We'd get up out this hood and everything would be okay It's all good now... My nigga, we out the hood now It's so...easy for folks to say, "Rob, just live on" When I'm dyin' every second that you're gone Nevertheless, I try my best to be strong Hopin' you said your prayers before you went on home We done stood on these blocks and just shot the breeze We'd slap-box dead in the middle of streets And if a fight broke out, you would take up for me Now all I have left are these ghetto memories[Hook] I wish, I wish, I wish (Oh, I) I wish, I wish, I wish[Boo] Uh, uh Yo' dog, I can't explain how I miss you We stayed together, coppin' cane, poppin' pistols I miss you most, puttin' the doo-rag...over your bean head Even out the hood on the scene you brag (Whoa) Comin' up off the fiends wit bags Runnin' up out the cleanest Jag You was the closest nigga I had Look how we stayed aces...hustled, made big faces (faces) I wish we could trade places (places) Fuck givin' you ice...I'd rather give you life And the things that I had...I'd give you twice (Oh, yeah)[Gotti] What the deal, my nigga? I know you holdin' it down If you could see me you would say, I'm talkin' soft right now But it's hard for me to say when I'ma see you again And I know it's fucked up, I gotta talk through this pen But you'd died for the love of the dough... The love of the block...16 you was runnin' the spot (runnin' the spot) Boy, your mama used to hate...how we stood on the curb Hangin' with wild thug niggas...smokin' the herb (Mmm,hmm,hmm) I'm gonna keep pourin' this liquor and that's my word This here is for niggas that be flippin' them birds (Oh) Word up!Even though you're gone you will always be my nigga(Whoa...whoa...oh...oh..) Even though you're home I'm still missin you, my nigga I'm feelin' like the timing was wrong, my nigga(I'm feelin' like timing was wrong) I know you're smilin' down sayin', "Carry on, my nigga" ("Radio, please don't take the "nigga" out my song) Sometimes my nights can get long, my nigga (Let it play on...play on...play on...play on") Sometimes I feel God did me wrong, my nigga So I had to write a song, my nigga... Just to let you know that you're...still my nigga
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