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. I play the cards I was given. Thank God I'm still living back by nine till it's time to go to prison. As I'm bailing down the block that I come from still got a pack of guns. In case some young mother***ers wanna play dumb. I guess I'll live life forever juggling but I'll be hustling till the earning moan like drinking liquor, make the money gun breaker getting pages from my bitches, I'm a dicker. 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 hole make the dough, break a hole when it's time to make some more. I keep my finger on the trigger on my Glock, riding down the block licking shots at the punk guys and spitting gang through my mold with bones to type with *** to get them homes to bone. My definition of a thug, nigga. Thug nigga What'chu doin'? Mobbin' like some mother***ers What'chu doin'? Mobbin' like some mother***ers What'chu doin'? Mobbin' like some mother***ers Well, I roll with a crew of zoot niggas the roof to pull a nine when it's time to do niggas, come and do like I'm two niggas, a true nigga, *** a zigzag roll me a blunt, bathroom nigga I'm drivin' drunk on the freeway so take it easy lookin' for a new place to skeeze, man everybody's lookin' for a nut, but I'm searchin' for the big bucks give a *** rather die than be stuck in a one-room shack and kick it back daydreamin' with a nine in my lap so I'll snap from the mind of a thug nigga, blow the four-five cause I heard that the sluts make a figure the first mother***er to jump find himself gettin' swept off his feet by the pump I put that on my mom words to the mother***in' trigger before I go broke, I'll be a drug dealer a thug nigga what you doin'? Mobbin' like some mother***ers what you doin'? Mobbin' like some mother***ers what you doin'? Mobbin' like some mother***ers shoved in a mother***er snatched up by one time, make a phone call and be back to ball by lunchtime so here we go, we in the endin' city I keep my hand on my gas and stay cool, my attitude's ***ty niggas don't like me cause I'm makin' ends blowin' the bends and I blaze the blunt cause I'm all in, and any nigga tryna take what I got, I have to deal with the sixteen shot glock so here we go, I can't be faded happy in a mother***er finally made it, got my money in my pocket finger on the trigger, and I ain't takin' *** from no niggas I'm just tryna make some money rise put some mother***in' food in my tummy rise I'm feelin' good like I'm supposed to ready to blow up on the spot and we can serve em' all my definition of a thug nigga Mobbin' like some mother***ers my definition of a thug nigga Mobbin' like some mother***ers my definition of a thug nigga Mobbin' like some mother***ers my definition of a thug nigga nobody nobody nobody nobody nobody's nobody nobody nobody nobody's nobody nobody's nobody's nobody's nobody's