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

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

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

I ain't in love 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 time to some mo'

I keep my finger on the of my glock
Ridin' the block lickin' shots at the punk-ass
And spittin' game through my mobile
The type of to get them hoes to bone
My definition of a thug

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

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

I'm drunk on the freeway, so take 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 kickin'
Daydreamin' the nine in my lap
So that from the mind of a thug nigga?
a fo'-five 'cause I heard that the slug's bigger

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

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

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 inner
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 blaze a blunt I'm all in
And any nigga tryin' to what I got'll
Half the deal the sixteen-shot glock

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

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

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

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