Definition of a Thug n*gga lyrics

[Intro]
"Nobody's closing me out of my business"
"Nobody's closing me out of my business"
My definition of a thug n*gga
"Nobody's closing me out of my business"

[Verse 1: 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 motherf*ckers 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 b*tch, it's time to di*k her
I ain't in love with her, I just wanna be the one to hit her
Drop off and let the next n*gga get her
That's the way it goes, it's time to shake a ho, make the dough
Break a ho 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—
And spittin' game through my mobile phone
The type of sh*t to get them hoes to bone
My definition of a thug n*gga
[Chorus: Samples]
"Tis the season to be servin'"
"What you doin'?"
"Mob-mobbin' like a motherf*cker"
"Tis the season to be servin'"
"What you doin'?"
"Mob-mobbin' like a motherf*cker"
"Tis the season to be servin'"
"What you doin'?"
"Mob-mobbin' like a motherf*cker"
"Tis the season... to be servin'"

[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Well, I roll with a crew of zoo n*ggas
They're quick to pull a nine when it's time do n*ggas
Comin' through like I'm two n*ggas, a true n*gga, f*ck a Zig Zag
Roll me a blunt and pass that brew, n*gga
I'm drivin' drunk on the freeway, so take it easy
Lookin' for a new face to skeeze me
Everybody's lookin' for a nut, but I'm searchin' for the big bucks
Give a f*ck, 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 n*gga
Bought a fo'-five 'cause I heard that the slug's bigger
Figure the first motherf*cker to jump'll find hisself
Gettin' swept off his feet by the pump
I put that on my moms, word to the motherf*ckin' trigger
Before I go broke, I'll be a drug dealer, a thug n*gga
[Chorus: Samples]
"Tis the season to be servin'"
"What you doin'?"
"Mob-mobbin' like a motherf*cker"
"Tis the season to be servin'"
"What you doin'?"
"Mob-mobbin' like a motherf*cker"
"Tis the season to be servin'"
"What you doin'?"
"Mob-mobbin' like a motherf*cker"
"Tis the season... to be servin'"

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
Short than a motherf*cker 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 sh*tty
n*ggas 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 n*gga tryin' to take what I got'll
Hafta deal with the sixteen-shot Glock (Huh)
So here we go, I can't be faded
Happier than a motherf*cker, finally made it
Got my money in my pocket, finger on the trigger
And I ain't takin' sh*t from no n*ggas
I'm just tryin' to make some money, right
Put some motherf*ckin' 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 n*gga
[Chorus: 2Pac & Samples]
"Tis the season, to be servin'"
"Mobbin' like a motherf*cker, every single day"
My definition of a thug n*gga
"Tis the season, to be servin'"
"Mobbin' like a motherf*cker, every single day"
My definition of a thug n*gga
"Tis the season, to be servin'"
"Mobbin' like a motherf*cker, every single day"
My definition of a thug n*gga
"Tis the season... to be servin'"

[Outro]
"No— no— no— nobody—"
"No— nobody— no— no— nobody—"
"No— no— no— "
"No— no— no— no— "
"Nobody's closing me out of my business"
"No— no— no— no— no— no— no— no—"
"No— no—"
"Nobody's closing me out of my business"
"No— no— no— no—"
"Nobody's closing me out of my business"
"Nobody's closing me out of my business"
(Warren G f*ckin' with that one, n*gga)