2pac

2pac - DEFINITION OF A THUG NIGGA lyrics

"Nobody's, closing me out of my business" (repeat 2X)

[2Pac] My definition of a thug nigga

"Nobody's, closing me out of my business"

Verse One: 2Pac

I played the cards I was given, thank God I'm still livin

Pack my nine til it's time to go to prison

As I'm bailin down the block that I come from, still gotta pack a gun

Case some young motherfuckers wanna play dumb

I guess I live life forever jugglin

But I'll be hustlin til the early mornin cause I'm strugglin

Like drinkin liquor make the money come quicker

Gettin pages from my bitch it's time to dick her

I ain't in love with her, I just wanna be the one to hit her

Drop off and let the next nigga get her

That's the way it goes, it's time to shake a hoe, make the dough

Break a hoe when it's time to make some mo'

I keep my finger on the trigger of my Glock

Ridin down the block lickin shots at the punk-ass *cops*

And spittin game through my mobile phone

The type of shit to get them hoes to bone

My Definition of a Thug Nigga

Chorus: (various samples)

"Tis the season, to be servin" "What you doin?"

"Mob-mobbin like a motherfucker" -- Snoop Doggy Dogg

(repeat 3X)

"Tis the season, to be servin" (scratched by Warren G)

Verse Two: 2Pac

Well I roll with a crew of zoo niggaz

They're quick to pulle a nine when it's time do niggaz

Comin through like I'm two niggaz, a true nigga fuck a Zig Zag

Roll me a blunt and pass that brew nigga

I'm drivin drunk on the freeway, so take it ea-sy

Lookin for a new face to skeeze me

Everybody's lookin for a nut but I'm searchin for the big bucks

Give a fuck, rather die than be stuck

in a one-room shack, and, kickin back

Daydreamin with the nine in my lap (huh)

So how's that from the mind of a Thug Nigga

Bought a fo'-five cause I heard that the slug's bigger

Figure the first motherfucker to jump'll find hisself

gettin swept off his feet by the pump

I put that on my moms, word to the motherfuckin trigger

Before I go broke I'll be a drug dealer, a Thug Nigga

Chorus

Verse Three: 2Pac

Short than a motherfucker snatched up by one-time

Make a phone call and be back to ball by lunchtime

So here we go, we in the inner city

I keep my hand on my gat and stay cool, my attitude is shitty

Niggaz don't like me cause I'm makin ends

Roll in a Benz and I blaze a blunt, cause I'm all in

And any nigga trying to take what I got'll

hafta deal with the sixteen-shot Glock (huh)

So here we go, I can't be faded

Happy in the motherfucker, finally made it

Got my money in my pocket, finger on the trigger

And I ain't takin shit from no niggaz

I'm just tryin to make some money right

Put some motherfuckin food in my tummy right

I'm feelin good like I'm supposed to, ready to ball

Find a spot and we can serve em all

My Definition of a Thug Nigga

Outro: (various samples)

"Tis the season, to be servin"

"Mobbin like a motherfucker, every single day" -- Snoop Doggy Dogg

[2Pac] My Definition of a Thug Nigga

(repeat 3X)

"Tis the season, to be servin" (scratched by Warren G)

"Nobody's, closing me out of my business" (continually scratched to near end)

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