"If I Die 2Nite" part 3

Pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols
Plottin on murderin motherf**kers 'fore they get you
Pray to the heavens three-fifty-sevens to the sky
And I hope I'm forgiven for Thug Livin when I die
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto for Thug ni**az
A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers
Pissin while practicin how to pimp and be a playa
Overdose of a d**k, while drinkin liquor when I lay her
Pistol whippin these simps, for bein petrified and lame
Disrespectin the game, prayin for punishment and pain
Goin insane, never die, live eternal, who shall I fear?
Don't shed a tear for me ni**a I ain't happy hear
I hope they bury me and send me to my rest
Headlines readin MURDERED TO DEATH, my last breath
Take a look picture a crook on his last stand
Motherf**kers don't understand, if I die tonight

In this verse you can see the inklings of the “thug mansion.” 
A place where the gangsters can go where they die and maintain there
current lifestyles.  Stay true to the game if you will.  Still violent. 
I hope Google has no trouble with this.  I’m sure Tupac would have loved Google.