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