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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) <b> </b> Check it out! Back To Search Browse All Lyrics Voting:<b> </b> Rating:<b> </b><b> </b><b> </b><b> </b><b> </b> <b> </b>5.0 1 votes Rate this song! 2Pac!<b> </b> Vote for 2Pac! Other songs by 2Pac 2Pac CDs |
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