Definition Of A Thug Nigga Lyrics by 2Pac

Definition Of A Thug Nigga Lyrics

    My definition of a thug nigga

    I played the cards i was given
    Thank god i'm still livin'
    Pack my 9 till it's time to go to prison
    As i'm bailin' down the block
    That i come punk (?)
    Still gotta pack a gun
    In case some young muthafuckas wanna play dumb
    I guess i live life forever jugglin'
    But i'll be hustlin' till the early morning
    'cause i'm strugglin'
    Like drinkin' liquor
    Make the money come quicker
    Gettin' pages from my bitches
    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 doe
    Break a hoe when it's time to make some mo'
    I keep my finger on the trigga 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 x3)


    Tis the season to be servin'
    What you doin'?
    Mob-mobbin' like a muthafucka


    Well, i roll with a crew of zoo niggas
    Quick to pull a 9 when it's time to do niggas
    Comin' thru
    Like i'm two niggas
    A true nigga fuck a zig zag
    Roll me a blunt and pass the brew nigga
    I'm drivin' drunk on the freeway
    So take it easy
    Lookin' for a new face to skeez man
    Everybody lookin' for a nut
    But i'm searching for the big bucks
    Give a fuck
    Rather die than be stuck
    In a one room shack and
    Kickin' back daydreaming with the 9 in my lap
    So how's that from the mind of a thug nigga
    Bought a fo' five cuz i heard that the slug's bigger
    Figure the first muthafucka to jump
    'll find hisself getting swept off his feet by the pump
    I put that on my moms
    Word to the muthafuckin' trigga
    Before i go broke i'll be a drug dealer
    A thug nigga


    (chorus x3)


    Tis the season to be servin'
    What you doin'?
    Mob-mobbin' like a muthafucka


    Short than a muthafucka
    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
    Niggas don't like me cuz i'm making 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 16 shot glock
    Huh, so here we go
    I can't be faded
    Happy than a muthafucka
    Finally made it
    Got my money in my pocket
    Finger on the trigga
    And i ain't takin' shit from no niggas
    I'm just tryin' to make some money aight
    Put some muthafuckin' food in my tummy right
    I'm feeling good like i'm s'posed to
    Ready to ball
    Find a spot and we can serve 'em all
    My definition of a thug nigga.


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