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Lyric 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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