Hot Boys - Gangsta N***a lyrics

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[Lil Wayne]

Holla at me nigga you know it be Weezy "The Don"

I murder easy but hard to kill like Steven Segal

Its paper, pussy, and pistols – pass love to the pimp

I'm clutching a M busting that tip for fucking with him

I'm stuck with the hustle, smuggling whatever for the cheddar

Tucking the metal don't play and I'll get fucked if I let em

I gotta ride til I resign its Squad or die

And any coward try its homicide

We got glocks and stuff, got federal agents watching us

Got niggaz hitting glocks see us I love (?)

See I'm above any nigga that you name

Hop up out the blue thang

With two flames like "What you saying?"

I do's my thug thang daily

380 tucked under the seat of the S-Class

Shots rip your chest fast

I'm a mother fucking mess man

Street niggaz fo sho

A fire Hot Boy – ok? Ya know

[Chorus: TQ]

We only like gangsta shit

Cause I drive a gangsta car

And street niggaz run this shit

We only like gangsta broads

If you wanna see gangsta shit

Then push me a lil too far

Cause street niggaz might not quite

You gone have to call the law

[Turk]

Niggaz keep they stash in they ash

Round where I'm from

Uptown and that Nolia we sold smoked chumps

Quick to steal a nigga any time of the day

If his ass outta line we ain't standing all day

Pimp, play off top better believe that dog

And plus we stay strapped ducking short of the law

I run with solid niggaz that'll ride for me

Shit head Craig, Running Red and my nigga Big Ki

Shit I rap about – I'm one nigga that live it

Coke, dope, guns, nigga I live it

I'm only 19 and I'm down for killing

Just because a nigga rap dog don't get it twisted

I send shots quick through your Jerseys and Filas

My finger get to flicking please believe I ain't missing

Lil Turk +Young & Thuggin'+ know you niggaz know about me

Cash Money Hot Boy play dog and watch me cock it

I'm a street nigga

[Chorus]

[B.G.]

If I rap about it nigga I done lived it out

It ain't shit I'm fantasying this shit I been 'bout

I'm a ghetto mother fucker, keep a K with a drum

Quick to do a nigga something, I don't give a fuck

I run the streets, all 12 months of the year

And where I'm from you can't come

If you ain't from round here

I'm thugged out to the fullest - call me B.G.

Someone you don't want to play with cause I'm H-O-T

Fire, burning, scorching, flaming

You gone melt nigga wishing that it was raining

Play the game as you want – wined up in a trunk

You better think before you do because you don't

I be bustin' heads, running from feds, duckin' laws

Ride all day don't rest til I kill 'em all

I be thuggin' hard and you know that I play it raw

Send ya to the morgue

Cause I'm a mother fucking street nigga

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]

I had a little profit out the other hood

I used to go by her house in the wee-wee hours

Creeping, laying the wood

They had niggaz on the block but they knew I was cool

But still on G.P. I used to keep me a two

Cause she know not what a nigga think

Plus you know now that if a nigga tryin' pull gank

That's life though

Whodie just like I thought – bitch was straight hatin' dog

Me I was 'bout having war, I was impatient ya'll

I stopped going by my peeps house chillin'

I stayed in my hood plotting how I'm gone kill him

Now my girl say the nigga been watching the house

So I'ma go and show the whodie what this drama about

What I'ma do to him its gonna make his momma freak out

I'ma either get him in or outside of his house

People gone say "Lord, lil one died hard

Took it to the head five times in the backyard"

[Chorus]