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

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

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

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

I my finger on the trigger of my glock
Ridin' down the block lickin' shots at the
And spittin' game through my mobile
The type of shit to get them to bone
My definition of a thug

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

Well, I roll with a crew of zoo
quick to pull a nine when it's time do niggaz
Comin' like I'm two niggaz, a true nigga fuck a Zig Zag
me a blunt and pass that brew nigga

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

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

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

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

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

Niggaz don't like me 'cause I'm ends
Roll in a Benz and I a blunt 'cause I'm all in
And any nigga tryin' to what I got'll
the deal with the sixteen-shot glock

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

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

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

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

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