"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]