Definition Of A Thug Nigga Lyrics

Definition Of A Thug Nigga

"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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