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Nobody's, me out of my business
Nobody's, me out of my business
My definition of a nigga
(Nobody's, me out of my business)

I played the cards I was given, thank God I'm still
Pack my nine 'til it's time to go to
As I'm bailin' down the block where I from, still gotta pack a gun
'Case some young wanna play dumb

I guess I life forever jugglin'
But I'll be hustlin' the early mornin' 'cause I'm strugglin'
Like drinkin' liquor make the come quicker
Gettin' pages from my bitch, time to dick her

I in love with her, I just wanna be the one to hit her
off and let the next nigga get her
That's the way it goes, it's time to shake a hoe, the dough
Break a hoe when it's to make some mo'

I keep my on the trigger of my glock
Ridin' down the block shots at the punk-ass
And spittin' game my mobile phone
The type of shit to get them hoes to
My definition of a nigga

'Tis the season to be servin', you doin'?
like a motherfucker
'Tis the to be servin', what you doin'?
like a motherfucker
'Tis the season to be servin', you doin'?
Mob-mobbin' a motherfucker
the season to be servin'

Well, I roll a crew of zoo niggaz
They're quick to pull a nine when time do niggaz
Comin' through like I'm two niggaz, a true nigga a Zig Zag
Roll me a blunt and that brew nigga

I'm drunk on the freeway, so take it easy
Lookin' for a new face to me
Everybody's for a nut but I'm searchin' for the big bucks
Give a fuck die than be stuck

In a one-room shack and kickin'
Daydreamin' the nine in my lap
So how's from the mind of a thug nigga?
Bought a fo'-five 'cause I that the slug's bigger

Figure the motherfucker to jump'll find hisself
Gettin' swept off his by the pump
I put that on my moms, word to the motherfuckin'
Before I go broke I'll be a drug dealer, a thug

'Tis the season to be servin', what you
Mob-mobbin' like a
'Tis the to be servin', what you doin'?
Mob-mobbin' a motherfucker
'Tis the season to be servin', you doin'?
like a motherfucker
'Tis the to be servin'

Short than a snatched up by one-time
Make a phone and be back to ball by lunchtime
So here we go, we in the city
I keep my on my gat and stay cool, my attitude is shitty

don't like me 'cause I'm makin' ends
Roll in a and I blaze a blunt 'cause I'm all in
And any nigga to take what I got'll
Half the deal with the glock

So here we go, I can't be
Happy in the motherfucker, finally it
Got my in my pocket, finger on the trigger
And I ain't shit from no niggaz

I'm tryin' to make some money right
Put some motherfuckin' in my tummy right
I'm feelin' good like I'm supposed to, ready to
Find a and we can serve 'em all
My definition of a nigga

the season to be servin'
Mobbin' like a motherfucker every day
(My of a thug nigga)
'Tis the season to be
Mobbin' like a motherfucker every day
(My of a thug nigga)

the season to be servin'
Mobbin' like a motherfucker every day
(My definition of a nigga)
the season to be servin'

Nobody's, me out of my business
Nobody's, me out of my business
Nobody's, me out of my business
Nobody's, me out of my business