free and you gotta be a G At Thug Mansion [Verse 1] A place to spend my quiet nights Time to unwind So much pressure in this life of mine I cry
day I gotta be a star My hopes and all my wishes So many vivid pictures, and all the currency I'll never even get to see This fast life soon shatters
Teardrops and closed caskets The three strikes law is drastic And certain death for us ghetto bastards What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire? Life
back like hardballs Without the gloves No love for these fake desperados And thugs I bleed to envy Smoke and blow out they blunts Sipping Henney Drunk nights And
free and you gotta be a G ... at thug mansion [Verse One: 2Pac] A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind So much pressure in this life of mine
the good life! [Chorus] [E.D.I.] I spend my days and nights not knowin if, strays in flight gon' finally catch me, it's the good life, can you hear
homies help ya get through, And coming new, he'd do tha same thang if he could Cuz in the hood true homies make you feel good And half the time we be
' all night) And it don't stop, and it won't quit (We goin' all night) And it don't stop, and it won't quit (We goin' all night) And it don't stop, and
your life Right to yo wrong, I'll put the good to your evil I'm the shells to your chrome, you dig that? I'm life, I'll bring the moon to your night
a mona and on a level and sometime daddy ready to wine ya and dilain for total and twine ya we right behind ya tru life just me and you no tellin what
love tell me, cause I get caught up and the life I live is Hell see, I never thought I'd see the day when I would calm down, you ain't heard I've been
see you remiscin and I hope you listenin In the position to pressure and offer competition Me and you -- was meant to be my destiny, no longer lonely Cause now it's on for you and
close my eyes I see visions And even with this thug livin' will I escape in prison ? Penitentiary chances was an all day thang The only way to advance and
help ya get through, And coming new, he'd do tha same thang if he could Cause in the hood true homies make you feel good And half the time we be acting
, remember K-DAY Weekends, Crenshaw -- MLK Automatics rang free, niggaz lost they way Gang signs being showed, nigga love your hood But reconize and it's all good
On Tha Past Crimes Gold Chains, Some Extra Change, And Tha Street Fame [Verse 1:] A Place To Spend My Quiet Nights, Time To Unwind So Much Pressure In This Life
awake and he wonders, {At night he lies awake and he wonders,} Why can?t that be me Cause in his life he is filled With all these good intentions He?