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

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

I guess I live life jugglin'
But be hustlin' 'til the early mornin' 'cause I'm strugglin'
drinkin' liquor make the money come quicker
Gettin' pages from my bitch, it's time to her

I ain't in love with her, I wanna be the one to hit her
Drop off and let the nigga get her
That's the way it goes, it's time to shake a hoe, make the
Break a hoe when it's time to some mo'

I my finger on the trigger of my glock
Ridin' down the block lickin' at the punk-ass
And game through my mobile phone
The of shit to get them hoes to bone
My definition of a thug

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

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

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

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

Figure the first motherfucker to jump'll find
Gettin' off his feet by the pump
I put on my moms, word to the motherfuckin' trigger
Before I go broke I'll be a dealer, a thug nigga

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

Short than a motherfucker snatched up by
Make a call and be back to ball by lunchtime
So here we go, we in the inner
I keep my hand on my gat and stay cool, my attitude is

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 tryin' to take what I
Half the deal with the sixteen-shot

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

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

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

the season to be servin'
Mobbin' a motherfucker every single day
(My of a thug 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