2Pac – Definition of a Thug Nigga Lyrics

Definition of a Thug Nigga

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"Definition of a Thug Nigga." - 2Pac

Tuesday, 20 October 2026, 08:06 am

Album: The Best of 2Pac, Pt. 2: Life

Track No: 01

(Nobody's closing me out of my business)
(Nobody's closing me out of my business)
My definition of a thug ****
(Nobody's closing me out of my business)
I played the cards I was given, thank God I'm still living
Pack my nine till it's time to go to prison
As I'm bailing 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 juggling, but I'll be hustling
Till the early morning 'cause I'm struggling
Like drinking liquor, make the money come quicker
Getting 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 her off and let the next **** 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 more
I keep my finger on the trigger of my glock
Riding down the block licking shot at the punk ass
And spitting game through my mobile phone
The type of shit to get them hoes to bone
My definition of a thug ****
'Tis the season to be serving, what you doing
Mob, mobbing like a motherfucker
'Tis the season to be serving, what you doing
Mob, mobbing like a motherfucker
'Tis the season to be serving, what you doing
Mob, mobbing like a motherfucker
'Tis the season to be serving
Well, I roll with a crew of zoo ****
They're quick to pull a nine when it's time to do ****
Coming through like I'm two ****, a true **** fuck a Zig Zag
Roll me a blunt and pass that brew ****
I'm driving drunk on the freeway, so take it easy
Looking for a new face to skeeze me
Everybody's looking 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 kicking back
Daydreaming with the nine in my lap
So how's that from the mind of a thug ****
Bought a four five 'cause I heard that the slug's bigger
Figure the first motherfucker to jump'll find his self
Getting swept off his feet by the pump
I put that on my moms, word to the motherfucking trigger
Before I go broke I'll be drug dealer, a thug ****
'Tis the season to be serving, what you doing
Mob, mobbing like a motherfucker
'Tis the season to be serving, what you doing
Mob, mobbing like a motherfucker
'Tis the season to be serving, what you doing
Mob, mobbing like a motherfucker
'Tis the season to be serving
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
**** don't like me 'cause I'm making ends
Roll in a Benz and I blaze a blunt 'cause I'm all in
And any **** trying to take what I got
I have to deal with the sixteen shot glock
So here we go, I can't be faded
Happy than a motherfucker, finally made it
Got my money in my pocket, finger on the trigger
And I ain't taking shit from no ****
I'm just trying to make some money right
Put some motherfucking food in my tummy right
I'm feeling good like I'm supposed to, ready to ball
Find a spot and we can serve 'em all
My definition of a thug ****
'Tis the season to be serving
Mob, mobbing like a motherfucker
My definition of a thug ****
'Tis the season to be serving
Mob, mobbing like a motherfucker
My definition of a thug ****
'Tis the season to be serving
Mob, mobbing like a motherfucker
My definition of a thug ****
'Tis the season to be serving

Writer(s): 2Pac, Warren Griffin III & Laurence Mizell.

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