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