Lyrics

[Intro] "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 nine 'til 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 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 ho, make the dough Break a ho 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 [Chorus: Samples] "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'" [Verse 2] Well, I roll with a crew of zoo niggas They're quick to pull a nine when it's time do niggas Comin' through like I'm two niggas, 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 (Huh) 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 [Chorus: Samples] "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'" [Verse 3] 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 Niggas 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 Hafta deal with the sixteen-shot Glock (Huh) So here we go, I can't be faded Happier than a motherfucker, finally made it Got my money in my pocket, finger on the trigger And I ain't takin' shit from no niggas 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 [Chorus: 2Pac & Samples] "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'" [Outro] "No— no— no— nobody—" "No— nobody— no— no— nobody—" "No— no— no— " "No— no— no— no— " "Nobody's closing me out of my business" "No— no— no— no— no— no— no— no—" "No— no—" "Nobody's closing me out of my business" "No— no— no— no—" "Nobody's closing me out of my business" "Nobody's closing me out of my business" (Warren G fuckin' with that one, nigga)