Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gangsta Nigga , by - Hot Boys. Release date: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gangsta Nigga |
| 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 niggas 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 niggas fo sho |
| A fire Hot Boy — ok? |
| Ya know |
| We only like gangsta shit |
| Cause I drive a gangsta car |
| And street niggas run this shit |
| We only like gangsta broads |
| If you wanna see gangsta shit |
| Then push me a lil too far |
| Cause street niggas might not quite |
| You gone have to call the law |
| Niggas keep they stash in they ass |
| 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 niggas 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 niggas know about me |
| Cash Money Hot Boy play dog and watch me cock it |
| I’m a street nigga |
| 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 |
| I had a little boo in the other hood |
| I used to go by her house in the wee-wee hours |
| Creeping, laying the wood |
| They had niggas 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’mma go and show the whodie what this drama about |
| What I’mma do to him its gonna make his momma freak out |
| I’mma 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» |