'Nobody's, closing me out of my business' (repeat 2X)[2Pac] My definition of a thug ni**a
'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 motherf**kers 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 bi**h it's time to d**k her
I ain't in love with her, I just wanna be the one to hit her
Drop off and let the next ni**a 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-a*s *cops*
And spittin game through my mobile phone
The type of s**t to get them hoes to bone
My Definition of a Thug ni**a
Chorus: (various samples)
'Tis the season, to be servin' 'What you doin?'
'Mob-mobbin like a motherf**ker' --> 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 ni**az
They're quick to pulle a nine when it's time do ni**az
Comin through like I'm two ni**az, a true ni**a f**k a Zig Zag
Roll me a blunt and pa*s that brew ni**a
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 f**k, 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 ni**a
Bought a fo'-five cause I heard that the slug's bigger
Figure the first motherf**ker to jump'll find hisself
gettin swept off his feet by the pump
I put that on my moms, word to the motherf**kin trigger
Before I go broke I'll be a drug dealer, a Thug ni**a
Chorus
Verse Three: 2Pac
Short than a motherf**ker 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 s**tty
ni**az 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 ni**a 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 motherf**ker, finally made it
Got my money in my pocket, finger on the trigger
And I ain't takin s**t from no ni**az
I'm just tryin to make some money right
Put some motherf**kin 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 ni**a
Outro: (various samples)
'Tis the season, to be servin'
'Mobbin like a motherf**ker, every single day' --> Snoop Doggy Dogg
[2Pac] My Definition of a Thug ni**a
(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)
