2Pac – Hold On (feat. Stretch) (Remixes Vol. 1 Album)

[Intro]
Hold on… *lighter flicks up*
Yeah, it’s gonna be alright
Don’t trip, baby *inhales*
It’ll get better… *coughing*
Aye, do this thug style, man, thug style
When this whole beat drop
We just gon’ run it to ’em
Bet, it’s all good, uhh

[Verse 1]
I never had much, ran with a bad bunch
Little skinny kid sneakin’ weed in my bag lunch
And all through Junior High, we was just gettin’ by
And drive-by’s robbed my homies of their young lives
I never did cry, and even though I had pain in my heart
I was hopeless from the start
They couldn’t tell me nothin’, they all tried to help me
The marijuana had my mind gone, it wasn’t healthy
I traveled places, caught cases, what a ill year
I felt the pain and the rain, but I’m still here
Never did like the police
Let the whole world know, now I gets no peace
‘Cause they chasin’ me down
And facin’ me now, what do I do?
These things that a thug goes through
And still I rise, so keep your head up
And make your mind strong
It’s a struggle every day, but you gotta hold on

[Hook]
Hold on, be strong!
Hold on, be strong!
Hold on, be strong!
When it’s on, it’s on

[Verse 2]
There’s never a good day, ‘cause in my hood they
Let they AK’s pump strays where the kids play
And every Halloween, check out the murder scene
Can’t help but duplicate the violence seen on the screen
My homies dyin’ before they get to see they birthdays
These is the worst days, sometimes it hurts to pray
And even God turned his back on the ghetto youth
I know that ain’t the truth, sometimes I look for proof
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto, and if it does
Does it matter if you Blood or you Cuz?
Remember how it was?
The picnics and the parties in the projects
Small time drinkin’, gettin’ high with them armies
Just another knucklehead kid from the gutter
I’m dealin’ with the madness, raised by a single mother
I’m tryin’ to tell you when it’s on
You gotta keep your head to the sky
And be strong, most of all, hold on

[Hook]
Hold on, be strong!
Hold on, be strong!
Hold on, be strong!
When it’s on, it’s on

[Outro]
(Hold on, be strong *repeats in background*)
I know them ain’t tears comin’ down your face
Wipe your eyes
In this world, only the strong survive, you know?
Hehe, I know it’s hard out there
Welfare, AIDS, earthquakes, muggings, car-jackings
Yeah, we got problems
But believe me when I tell you things always get better
God don’t like ugly, and God don’t like no quitters
You know what Billie Holiday said?
Bay-bee, God bless the child that can hold his own
You know? You got to stand strong
And when these bustas try to knock you out your place
You stand there to they face
Tell ’em "Hold on!", and be strong
The game don’t stop, huh
This here is black, man
If you don’t never learn nothin’, learn one thing
It don’t stop, ’til the casket drop
Thug for life… feel me?
All my homeboys and my homegirls, stay strong
When things get bad
Especially come the first and the fifteenth
Stay strong, and stay ballin’, hold on
I’ll catch y’all at the next life, we in traffic

2Pac – Thugz Mansion (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)

Shit, tired of gettin’ shot at
Tired of gettin’ 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
Y’knahmean? 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

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 store 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

Ain’t no place I’d rather be
Chil’ren, dead homies and family
Sky high, iced out paradise, in the sky
Ain’t no place I’d rather be
Only place that’s right for me
Chromed out mansion in paradise, in the sky

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

Ain’t no place I’d rather be
Chil’ren, dead homies and family
Sky high, iced out paradise, in the sky
Ain’t no place I’d rather be
Only place that’s right for me
Chromed out mansion in paradise, in the sky

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

Ain’t no place I’d rather be
Chil’ren, dead homies and family
Sky high, iced out paradise, in the sky
Ain’t no place I’d rather be
Only place that’s right for me
Chromed out mansion in paradise, in the sky

Ain’t no place I’d rather be
Chil’ren, dead homies and family
Sky high, iced out paradise, in the sky
Ain’t no place I’d rather be
Only place that’s right for me
Chromed out mansion in paradise, in the sky