@$$@$$!N feat Bez- Tribute to Better Dayz-Thugz Mansion

[@Ss@sSiN]

@$$@$$!N
What up homie, its been like 1 year strong//
But shits till the same, must fight can't get along//
Im asking for god to change my face//
Looking for them better dayz in a better place//

(beat starts)
Bez
Where we can all chill, not worry about death,
Cos we suppased the pain of life, reborn blessed,
Sent to the thug town, better then the pen,
Where nobody will frown, where life can begin,
Picture a place, you can roll in peace,
Where you can play poker wit deceased,
Where you can run the streets screamin fuck the police,
Don't matter where you come from west or east,
At night everyone will go back to the mansion,
Break open a 40, light up and start laughin,
Everybody high so everybody is rappin,
Don't imagine this shit, make it happen,
No time to yawn at the crack of dawn,
Out the house, down the steps, across the lawn,
Into are rides, crusin, in the hot summer sun,
It don't go cold in the place where God sent his son,
I got Jesus with me, he be kickin it to,
Thug town is what we rollin through,
But I gotta stop off and pick up my boo,
I never seen so many women lookin so beatiful,
The fun never stops, golden sand lines the sea,
A place where you can be what you want to be,
Tears don't exist, eyes and cheeks dry,
No questions can be asked so no answers to why,
We where sent to Earth cursed, why we saw God first,
We why had to drink rain water to drown our thirst,
Maybe answers would change things or keep em the same,
In the town we're a unit nobody gets the blame,
So come on,

@$$@$$!N

Comin' on strong wit this choatic sicness//
Turn ya head wrong watch how quick ya wig splits//
Gotta watch my back, hoping we make it to these better days//
17 but still praying for better ways//
Bez can understand my trouble, tryna ease by in this struggle//
Tupac, whos got, the game on lock//
Twin glocks, crews rocked, my rap fame wont stop//
Cuz from day one all i been doing is elevating//
Waitin' for a chance to make it, always anticipating//
But Now that ive  finally found a hole in the line//
Spark the next blunt, let me take a shottie to my mind//

Bez
The future of our lives lye in our own palms,
You can work in an office, own resturants or farms,
Finally after the struggle its us whos in charge,
Warriors fight as an army, so watch us march,
We'll die for our mansion, before we surrender,
We lived a life of hell just to hopefully get sent here,
The dark nights sleepin in alleys the pain the fear,
Your life of luxery, money, clothes, hoes, beer,
We had none of that, all we had is what you see,
My skin, my brain, my power, my knowledge, just me,
Nobody there to pick me up whenever I fell,
Lived 24 years, burnin in hell,
See now where all at this better place, we liven better days,
We cruise the streets, catch the rays, watch b ball games,
But it aint the Lakers v the Clippers, its the sinners v victims,
Its the people cryin out for help vs the people that didn't listen,Now we don't fall or cry we just enjoy the ride,
Chill with everyone person that commited suicide,
Who found the exit first, before the exit found them,
Thug mansion, thug town, bless us, amen!

@$$@$$!N

Amen, let me start the next prayer//
Vaule life so little, so we live wit out a care//
Threw this despair, my flesh always wear-n-tear//
Theres madness there, its the end of this days//
So maybe we can move on someday to better ways//
Too many strays, and they zippin' right threw the public//
The youth dont care, so why not? fuck-it//
@Ss@SsiN and the only thing that keeps me sane//
is a L rolled tight, right to my brain//
Breaking from this chains, that try to tame//
Trying hard but the end is always the same//
I cant see over the horizon, will i be in heaven//
Or will i be burning out like them cats involved in 9/11?//

[bez]

assasin you came of tight man, nice verses.  Bez

[@Ss@sSiN]

uppin!!!