Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gangsta Nigga, artist - Hot Boys.
Date of issue: 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» |