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Thugz Mansion (Letra)

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Shit, tired of gettin shot at
Shit, tired of gettin shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it
Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong, that’s just for us
A spot where WE belong, that’s just for us
Niggaz ain’t gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
Niggaz ain’t gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
Y’knahmean? Where do niggaz go when we die?
Y’knahmean? Where do niggaz go when we die?
Ain’t no heaven for a thug nigga
Ain’t no heaven for a thug nigga
That’s why we go to thug mansion
That’s why we go to thug mansion
That’s the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G
That’s the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G
… at thug mansion
… at thug mansion

2Pac:
[Verse One]
A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind
A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind
So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times
So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times
I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried
I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried
But when I held that 9, all I could see was my momma’s eyes
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
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Not knowin it’s hard to carry on when no one loves you
Not knowin it’s hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery of poverty
Picture me inside the misery of poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived
Prayin hard for better days, promise to hold on
Prayin hard for better days, promise to hold on
Me and my dawgs ain’t have a choice but to roll on
Me and my dawgs ain’t have a choice but to roll on
We found a family spot to kick it
We found a family spot to kick it
Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit
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
A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G’s
We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace
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
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
I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug’s mansion

J. Phoenix + (Nas):
[Chorus: Anthony Hamilton]
Every corner, every city
Ain’t no place I’d rather be
There’s a place where life’s a little busy
Children, dead homies and family
Little Hennessy, laid back and cool
Sky high, iced out paradise
Every hour, cause it’s all good
In the skyyyyyyyyyy..
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Ain’t no place I’d rather be
Every wrong done will be alright (I wanna go)
Only place that’s right for me
Nothin but peace (I wanna go) love (I wanna go nigga)
Chromed out mansion in paradise
And street passion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion
In the skyyyyyyyyyy..

Nas:
[Verse Two]
A place where death doesn’t reside, just thugs who collide
Will I survive all the fights and the darkness?
Not to start beef but spark trees, no cops rollin by
Trouble sparks, they tell me home is where the heart is, dear departed
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
I shed tattooed tears and couldn’t sleep good
No reason, for nobody’s momma to cry
for multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots
See I’m a good guy, I’m tryin to stick around for my daughter
Nobody cares, seen the politicians ban us
But if I should die, I know all of my albums support her
They’d rather see us locked in chains, please explain
This whole year’s been crazy, asked the Holy Spirit to save me
why they can’t stand us, is there a way for me to change?
Only difference from me and Ossie Davis, gray hair maybe
Or am I just a victim of things I did to maintain?
Cause I feel like my eyes saw too much sufferin
I need a place to rest my head
I’m just twenty-some-odd years, I done lost my mother
with the little bit of homeboys that remains, cause all the rest dead
And I cried tears of joy, I know she smiles on her boy
Is there a spot for us to roll, if you find it
I dream of you more, my love goes to Afeni Shakur
I’ll be right behind ya, show me and I’ll go
Cause like Ann Jones, she raised a ghetto king in a war
How can I be peaceful? I’m comin from the bottom
And just for that alone she shouldn’t feel no pain no more
Watch my daddy scream peace while the other man shot him
Cause one day we’ll all be together, sippin heavnly champagne
I need a house that’s full of love when I need to escape
What angels saw, with golden wings in thug’s mansion
the deadly places slingin drugs, in thug’s mansion

2Pac:
[Chorus] w/ minor ad lib variations
Dear momma don’t cry, your baby boy’s doin good

Tell the homies I’m in heaven and they ain’t got hoods
[Verse Three]
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook
Dear momma don’t cry, your baby boy’s doin good
Drippin peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke
Tell the homies I’m in heaven and they ain’t got hoods
Then some lady named Billie Holiday
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook
Sang sittin there kickin it with Malcolm, ‘til the day came
Drippin peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke
Little LaTasha sho’ grown
Then some lady named Billie Holiday
Tell the lady in the liquor that she’s forgiven, so come home
Sang sittin there kickin it with Malcolm, ‘til the day came
Maybe in time you’ll understand only God can save us
Little LaTasha sho’ grown
When Miles Davis cuttin lose with the band
Tell the lady in the liquor that she’s forgiven, so come home
Just think of all the people that you knew in the past
Maybe in time you’ll understand only God can save us
that passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last
When Miles Davis cuttin lose with the band
Picture a place that they exist, together
Just think of all the people that you knew in the past
There has to be a place better than this, in heaven
that passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last
So right before I sleep, dear God, what I’m askin
Picture a place that they exist, together
Remember this face, save me a place, in thug’s mansion
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

[Chorus] – repeat 2X (w/ ad libs)

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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
Children, dead 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 liquor 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

[Chorus] – repeat 2X (w/ ad libs)

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Thugz Mansion (Letra)

Tupac

Tupac

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[Tupac Talking]

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

[Verse 1]

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’ve 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 Thugs Mansion

[Chorus]

(There ain’t)
Ain’t no place I’d rather be
Chillin with homies and family
In a sky high iced out paradise
In the skyyyyy
(There ain’t)
Ain’t no place I’d rather be
Only place that’s right for me
All out mansion in Paradise
In the skyyy

[Verse 2]

Will I survive all the fights in the darkness?
Trouble sparks
They tell me home is where the heart is, dear departed
I shed tattoo tears and couldn’t sleep
Good for multiple years
Witness peers catch gunshots, nobody cares
Seen the politicians vanish
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 remain
Cause all the rest dead
Is there a spot for us go grow?
If ya find it
I’ll be right behind ya, show me and I’ll go
How can I be peaceful?
I’m coming from the bottom
Watch my daddy scream peace while the other man shot em
I need a house that’s full of love when I need to escape the deadly places
slanging drugs
I’m seeing
Thugz Mansion

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Dear mama don’t cry
Your baby boy’s doing 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 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]

Thugz Mansion (Letra)

Oriente

Oriente Part. Rebeca Sauwen

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

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

Every corner, every city
There’s a place where life’s a little easy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour ‘cause it’s all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin’ but peace, love and street passion
Every ghetto needs a Thug Mansion

[Um homem não chora] levanta a cabeça e caminha
Responsa, por responsa, só confio na minha
Nada com a trilha, a rua vazia, acompanha
Testemunha, que eu tô legal de braço falso e “mulé” piranha.
Passa um carro, um opala rebaixado
“Mei” mandado, mais num paro, meu caminho
E por instinto sou levado
[minha] fé me acompanha [na] passagem por este planeta
O tempo sobra, pois dessa obra, sou a areia da ampulheta
Reflexões vêm, mostram o passado esquecido
Peço que todos me desculpem pelos erros cometidos
O tempo trouxe a sensação de já “tá” absolvido
Me sentia reprimido, substância, comprimido
[Na] boca um gosto amargo, coração apertado e aflito
Aquela rua falava algo, se comunicava comigo
Sabia que mesmo longe de casa, ali achava um abrigo

No meio de puta, motel barato, luzes, mendigos
Já vi o mais forte dividir sua refeição com o mais fraco
Alguns milésimos de segundos é o que diferencia
Um homem vivo, e pensante
A um montante de carne morta e uma poça de sangue
O olho antes brilhante vira um vasilhame opaco
Aumenta o peso do karma, sua alma perde o brilho
Como o Cristo derruba lágrimas a cada puxão de gatilho
O filho do Criador, vê que assim não tá certo
E como nosso Redentor se mantem de braços abertos
A orla de Copacabana ainda é bonita, eu concordo
Malandro e ciganas, no calçadão, me encontro a bordo
Do Leblon, Circo, cobertura, tubo de…
Boa quantidade do verde, pra num morrer a esperança
Nikit 2011 o ano sagrado
22 anos completos, foram comemorados
Já tô ligado no esquema, mas esse não é o problema
A solução se vem em segundos no desenrolar da próxima cena

Every corner, every city
There’s a place where life’s a little easy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour ‘cause it’s all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin’ but peace, love and street passion
Every ghetto needs a Thug Mansion

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

Every corner, every city
There’s a place where life’s a little easy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour ‘cause it’s all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin’ but peace, love and street passion
Every ghetto needs a Thug Mansion

Thugz Mansion (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

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

Every corner, every city
There’s a place where life’s a little easy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour ‘cause it’s all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin’ but peace, love and street passion
Every ghetto needs a Thug Mansion

[Um homem não chora] levanta a cabeça e caminha
Responsa, por responsa, só confio na minha
Nada com a trilha, a rua vazia, acompanha
Testemunha, que eu tô legal de braço falso e “mulé” piranha.
Passa um carro, um opala rebaixado
“Mei” mandado, mais num paro, meu caminho
E por instinto sou levado
[minha] fé me acompanha [na] passagem por este planeta
O tempo sobra, pois dessa obra, sou a areia da ampulheta
Reflexões vêm, mostram o passado esquecido
Peço que todos me desculpem pelos erros cometidos
O tempo trouxe a sensação de já “tá” absolvido
Me sentia reprimido, substância, comprimido
[Na] boca um gosto amargo, coração apertado e aflito
Aquela rua falava algo, se comunicava comigo
Sabia que mesmo longe de casa, ali achava um abrigo

No meio de puta, motel barato, luzes, mendigos
Já vi o mais forte dividir sua refeição com o mais fraco
Alguns milésimos de segundos é o que diferencia
Um homem vivo, e pensante
A um montante de carne morta e uma poça de sangue
O olho antes brilhante vira um vasilhame opaco
Aumenta o peso do karma, sua alma perde o brilho
Como o Cristo derruba lágrimas a cada puxão de gatilho
O filho do Criador, vê que assim não tá certo
E como nosso Redentor se mantem de braços abertos
A orla de Copacabana ainda é bonita, eu concordo
Malandro e ciganas, no calçadão, me encontro a bordo
Do Leblon, Circo, cobertura, tubo de…
Boa quantidade do verde, pra num morrer a esperança
Nikit 2011 o ano sagrado
22 anos completos, foram comemorados
Já tô ligado no esquema, mas esse não é o problema
A solução se vem em segundos no desenrolar da próxima cena

Every corner, every city
There’s a place where life’s a little easy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour ‘cause it’s all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin’ but peace, love and street passion
Every ghetto needs a Thug Mansion

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

Every corner, every city
There’s a place where life’s a little easy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour ‘cause it’s all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin’ but peace, love and street passion
Every ghetto needs a Thug Mansion