(Nobody's closing me out of my business). (Nobody's closing me out of my business) My definition of a thug nigga. (Nobody's closing me out of my business)
Verse 1
I played the cards I was given. Thank God I'm still livin'. Pack my 9 till it's time to go to prison, as I'm bailin' down the block. That I come from, still gotta pack a gun. Case some young muthafuckas wanna play dumb. I guess I live life forever jugglin'. But I'll be hustlin' till the early morning, 'cause I'm strugglin'. Like drinkin' liquor make the money come quicker. Gettin' pages from my bitches, 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 doe, break a hoe when it's time to make some mo'. I keep my finger on the trigga 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.
Chorus
Tis the season to be servin'. What you doin'? Mob-mobbin' like a muthafucka. Tis the season to be servin'. What you doin'? Mob-mobbin' like a muthafucka. Tis the season to be servin'. What you doin'? Mob-mobbin' like a muthafucka. Tis the season to be, to be to be servin'.
Verse 2
Well, I roll with a crew of zoo niggas. Quick to pull a 9 when it's time to do niggas. Comin' through like two niggas, a true nigga fuck a zig zag. Roll me a blunt and pass the brew nigga. I'm drivin' drunk on the freeway, so take it easy. Lookin' for a new face to skeez me. Everybody lookin' for a nut but I'm searching for the big bucks. Give a fuck, rather die than be stuck, in a one room shack and kickin' back day dreaming, with the 9 in my lap. So how's that from the mind of a thug nigga. Bought a fo' five cuz I heard that the slug's bigger. Figure the first muthafucka to jump. 'll find his-self getting swept off his feet by the pump. I put that on my moms. Word to the mothafuckin' trigga. Before I go broke I'll be a drug dealer. A thug nigga.
Chorus
Tis the season to be servin'. What you doin'? Mob-mobbin' like a muthafucka. Tis the season to be servin'. What you doin'? Mob-mobbin' like a muthafucka. Tis the season to be servin'. What you doin'? Mob-mobbin' like a muthafucka. Tis the season to be, to be to be servin'.
Verse 3
Short than a muthafucka. 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. Niggas don't like me cuz I'm making ends, roll in a Benz and I blaze a blunt, 'cause I'm all in. And any nigga trying to take what I got, 'll hafta deal with the 16 shot glock. Huh, so here we go. I can't be faded. Happy than a muthafucka, finally made it. Got my money in my pocket, finger on the trigga. And I ain't takin' shit from no niggas. I'm jus tryin' to make some money al'ight. Put some muthafuckin' food in my tummy right. I'm feeling good like I'm s'posed to. Ready to ball. Find a spot and we can serve 'em all. My definition of a thug nigga.
Outro
Tis the season to be servin'. Mobbin' like a muthafucka (Every single day). My definition of a thug nigga. Tis the season to be servin' Mobbing like a muthafucka (Every single day), (Thug nigga). Tis the season to be servin' Mobbing like a muthafucka (Every single day). My definition of a thug nigga. Tis the season to be servin' Mob-mobbing like a muthafucka (Every single day). My definition of a thug nigga. Tis the season to be, to be... to be servin'. (Nobody's closing me out of my business). (Repeats and fades).
