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Nobody's, closin' me out of my businessNobody's, closin' me out of my businessMy definition of a thug n****(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 prisonAs I'm bailin' down the block where I come from, still gotta pack a gun'Case some young motherf***ers wanna play dumbI 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 quickerGettin' pages from my b****, it's time to dick herI ain't in love with her, I just wanna be the one to hit herDrop off and let the next n**** get herThat's the way it goes, it's time to shake a hoe, make the doughBreak a hoe when it's time to make some mo'I keep my finger on the trigger of my glockRidin' down the block lickin' shots at the punk-a**SongtexteAnd spittin' game through my mobile phoneThe type of s*** to get them hoes to boneMy definition of a thug n****'Tis the season to be servin', what you doin'?Mob-mobbin' like a motherf***er'Tis the season to be servin', what you doin'?Mob-mobbin' like a motherf***er'Tis the season to be servin', what you doin'?Mob-mobbin' like a motherf***er'Tis the season to be servin'Well, I roll with a crew of zoo n****zThey're quick to pull a nine when it's time do n****zComin' through like I'm two n****z, a true n**** f*** a Zig ZagRoll me a blunt and pa** that brew n****I'm drivin' drunk on the freeway, so take it easyLookin' for a new face to skeeze meEverybody's lookin' for a nut but I'm searchin' for the big bucksGive a f*** rather die than be stuckIn a one-room shack and kickin' backDaydreamin' with the nine in my lapSo how's that from the mind of a thug n****?Bought a fo'-five 'cause I heard that the slug's biggerFigure the first motherf***er to jump'll find hisselfGettin' swept off his feet by the pumpI put that on my moms, word to the motherf***in' triggerBefore I go broke I'll be a drug dealer, a thug n****'Tis the season to be servin', what you doin'?Mob-mobbin' like a motherf***er'Tis the season to be servin', what you doin'?Mob-mobbin' like a motherf***er'Tis the season to be servin', what you doin'?Mob-mobbin' like a motherf***er'Tis the season to be servin'Short than a motherf***er snatched up by one-timeMake a phone call and be back to ball by lunchtimeSo here we go, we in the inner cityI keep my hand on my gat and stay cool, my attitude is s***tyN****z don't like me 'cause I'm makin' endsRoll in a Benz and I blaze a blunt 'cause I'm all inAnd any n**** tryin' to take what I got'llHalf the deal with the sixteen-shot glockSo here we go, I can't be fadedHappy in the motherf***er, finally made itGot my money in my pocket, finger on the triggerAnd I ain't takin' s*** from no n****zI'm just tryin' to make some money rightPut some motherf***in' food in my tummy rightI'm feelin' good like I'm supposed to, ready to ballFind a spot and we can serve 'em allMy definition of a thug n****'Tis the season to be servin'Mobbin' like a motherf***er every single day(My definition of a thug n****)'Tis the season to be servin'Mobbin' like a motherf***er every single day(My definition of a thug n****)'Tis the season to be servin'Mobbin' like a motherf***er every single day(My definition of a thug n****)'Tis the season to be servin'Nobody's, closin' me out of my businessNobody's, closin' me out of my businessNobody's, closin' me out of my businessNobody's, closin' me out of my business
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"Definition of a Thug Nigga [From the Original Motion Picture Soundtrack" as written by Larry Mizell, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Warren Iii Griffin
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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