Definition Of A Thug Nigga

Nobody's, closin' me out of my business
 Nobody's, closin' me out of my business
 
 My definition of a thug nigga
 (Nobody's, closin' me out of my business)
 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 where 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
 And spittin' game through my mobile phone
 The type of shit to get them hoes to bone
 My definition of a thug nigga
 'Tis the season to be servin', what you doin'?
 Mob-mobbin' like a motherfucker
 'Tis the season to be servin', what you doin'?
 Mob-mobbin' like a motherfucker
 'Tis the season to be servin', what you doin'?
 Mob-mobbin' like a motherfucker
 'Tis the season to be servin'
 Well, I roll with a crew of zoo niggaz
 They're quick to pull 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 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 fuck rather die than be stuck
 In a one-room shack and kickin' back
 Daydreamin' with the nine in my lap
 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
 'Tis the season to be servin', what you doin'?
 Mob-mobbin' like a motherfucker
 'Tis the season to be servin', what you doin'?
 Mob-mobbin' like a motherfucker
 'Tis the season to be servin', what you doin'?
 Mob-mobbin' like a motherfucker
 'Tis the season to be servin'
 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 tryin' to take what I got'll
 Half the deal with the sixteen-shot glock
 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
 'Tis the season to be servin'
 Mobbin' like a motherfucker every single day
 (My definition of a thug nigga)
 'Tis the season to be servin'
 Mobbin' like a motherfucker every single day
 (My definition of a thug nigga)
 'Tis the season to be servin'
 Mobbin' like a motherfucker every single day
 (My definition of a thug nigga)
 'Tis the season to be servin'
 Nobody's, closin' me out of my business
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 Nobody's, closin' me out of my business
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 Nobody's, closin' me out of my business
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 Nobody's, closin' me out of my business