Definition of a Player (feat. Mack Magic Mike) - DAP DIDIT RECORDS HILLCO RECORDS

Yeah, definition of a don It's like I gotta keep remindin' you and remindin' you Who's that nigga, you heard the kid Fly was on the casket of all those who oppose the squad us It's the motherfuckin' don Cartagena ya heard What? They wanna know why ya name is Joey Crack You a hustler, how they think you got the stacks? You stuck being in jacks on the blocks with your paps And the squad to hard niggaz gotta fall back Damn papi, you're shit is icey now In the bronx witcha Benz rims pokin' out You got the niggaz in the pen straight lockin' out But when the don is on nigga close your mouth Yeah, yo, you wouldn't understand my story of life I live Most niggaz that really know me got life as bids The trife as kids, this ain't no scarface shit These niggaz really will kill you, your wife and kids I walked through many blocks niggaz couldn't stand on Had shit locked before I had a glock to even put my hands on Before I had the doe to put my fams on Before I had rocks sealed in pink tops, tryin' to get a gram off A wild adolescent, raised by the street Mesmerized by the dealers and the places they eat And when they blazed the heat, I was the shorty to take the hand off Run upstairs, tryin' to sneak the gat past grand moms This is how it should be done, my life Is identical to none, son tried to duplicate but I knew he was fake 'Cuz every time I walked by he turned blue in the face I'm like heavy on the leg when I pop All my change is like heavy on the weight when I cop It's just the way it's done Niggaz tell me they respect the way I blaze them guns On hold it down for the bronx in the name of pun They wanna know why ya name is Joey Crack You a hustler, how they think you got the stacks? You stuck being in jacks on the blocks with your paps And the squad to hard niggaz gotta fall back Damn papi, you're shit is icey now In the bronx witcha Benz rims pokin' out You got the niggaz in the pen straight lockin' out But when the don is on nigga close your mouth Yeah, my name ring bells like a P O Put the pressure on a nigga like I'm right at the doe With the muzzle out, nigga can't shoke with my dough I'm at his mothers house Beat up his pops, put the pistol in his brother's mouth Wave bricks, whips, jerked a few coke and next play the strip With chrome knowin' that they won't forget And on the weekends we shut down clubs You know them crazy Peurto ricans always fuckin' it up If I can't afford it, I'm a extort it If I can't cut it, I'm a bake it Strip you niggaz butt-naked, I'm a thorough bred Carry guns and pump heroin Never went O.T. I'm too light for Maryland I'd rather play the streets of New York Where the friends are guaranteed To keep the meat on my fork I'm just a hustler, feds put the tap On our phones in hopes of cuffin' us Then wonder why we livin' life so illustrious They wanna know why ya name is Joey Crack You a hustler, how they think you got the stacks? You stuck being in jacks on the blocks with your paps And the squad to hard niggaz gotta fall back Damn papi, you're shit is icey now In the bronx witcha Benz rims pokin' out You got the niggaz in the pen straight lockin' out But when the don is on nigga close your mouth They wanna know why ya name is Joey Crack You a hustler, how they think you got the stacks? You stuck being in jacks on the blocks with your paps And the squad to hard niggaz gotta fall back Damn papi, you're shit is icey now In the bronx witcha Benz rims pokin' out You got the niggaz in the pen straight lockin' out But when the don is on nigga close your mouth

"Nobody's, closing me out of my business" My definition of a thug nigga "Nobody's, closing 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 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 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 *cops* 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" Well I roll with a crew of zoo niggaz They're quick to pulle 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 ea-sy 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 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 trying to take what I got'll Hafta deal with the sixteen-shot Glock (huh) 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 My Definition of a Thug Nigga Tis the season, to be servin Nobody's, closing me out of my business