Nobody`s, closin` me out of my business
Nobody`s, closin` me out of my business
My definition of a thug ni**a
(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 motherf**kers 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 ni**a 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 s**t to get them hoes to bone
My definition of a thug ni**a

`Tis the season to be servin`, what you doin`?
Mob-mobbin` like a motherf**ker
`Tis the season to be servin`, what you doin`?
Mob-mobbin` like a motherf**ker
`Tis the season to be servin`, what you doin`?
Mob-mobbin` like a motherf**ker
`Tis the season to be servin`

Well, I roll with a crew of zoo ni**az
They`re quick to pull a nine when it`s time do ni**az
Comin` through like I`m two ni**az, a true ni**a f**k a Zig Zag
Roll me a blunt and pass that brew ni**a

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 f**k 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 ni**a?
Bought a fo`-five `cause I heard that the slug`s bigger

Figure the first motherf**ker to jump`ll find hisself
Gettin` swept off his feet by the pump
I put that on my moms, word to the motherf**kin` trigger
Before I go broke I`ll be a drug dealer, a thug ni**a

`Tis the season to be servin`, what you doin`?
Mob-mobbin` like a motherf**ker
`Tis the season to be servin`, what you doin`?
Mob-mobbin` like a motherf**ker
`Tis the season to be servin`, what you doin`?
Mob-mobbin` like a motherf**ker
`Tis the season to be servin`

Short than a motherf**ker 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 s**tty

Ni**az 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 ni**a 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 motherf**ker, finally made it
Got my money in my pocket, finger on the trigger
And I ain`t takin` s**t from no ni**az

I`m just tryin` to make some money right
Put some motherf**kin` 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 ni**a

`Tis the season to be servin`
Mobbin` like a motherf**ker every single day
(My definition of a thug ni**a)
`Tis the season to be servin`
Mobbin` like a motherf**ker every single day
(My definition of a thug ni**a)

`Tis the season to be servin`
Mobbin` like a motherf**ker every single day
(My definition of a thug ni**a)
`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