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