Versuri 13. 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