Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Don't Like That Nigga, artist - Hussein Fatal. Album song Born Legendary, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.06.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Thugtertainment
Song language: English
I Don't Like That Nigga |
Man I cant stand Hussien, put that punk to sleep |
that nigga fucked my little sister at the comfort suite |
got her pregnant and everything, and he aint even claim it |
I do it for any price right now just name it |
10 years ago he rapped with Pac, he still think he famous |
though Ima roll em over with the stainless |
look at him stuntin, frontin over there at the bar, like a star |
he aint even got a car and they get in clubs they charge |
but maybe thats why he’s hood? |
fuck that nigga, I heard he treat his lil homies no good |
but thats the nigga they kill fo, and Ima keep it real though |
the Outlawz jerked him, so he aint really getting real dough |
fuck that he got something, and I wann take it |
I aint hating, because he got put on, but I wanna make it |
this nigga rollin thru the hood like he Akbar, prayin somethin |
everybody feelin him, so aint nobody saying nothin |
fuck that shit, he gonna die like me |
around here I aint trying to let him shine like me |
so when I catch him |
Ima stretch him |
and put him where he suppose to be |
I hate him, and I dont want that pussy nigga close to me |
Hook: Hussein Fatal |
I dont like that nigga, I should kill him right now |
I dont like his style, and he always stuntin, that nigga foul |
I should kill him right now man, I dont like that nigga, he stay in the hood |
big guns, heavy everyday in the hood |
I dont like that nigga, that nigga foul |
I should kill him right now |
Verse 2: Hussein Fatal |
He so real, its a goddamn shame |
some fake thugs in the hood want a bullet in his goddamn name |
but when they see him in person, they repeating his verse’s |
telling him how he hott, and if he dont eat then its worthless |
so go ahead try to snapp on him |
Im going to leave that warnin |
just seen him in Tabel lounge with the mack on him |
with a couple of the homies from uptop |
Pine street bloodz, across the street on the busstop |
just waitin for you suckers to inch wrong |
i saw the haters standing there with the waist slim chin chon |
fuck that, somebody needs to stop him before I do |
you know the rule all the time, but he aint poppin from my crew |
that nigga better stay out of the hood |
and I aint bullshitin, he better stay as faraway as he could |
any questions he got, Ima answer with the fourty |
at Deco lounge wit shoes on, dancin with my shorty |
I heard, I knew that |
maybe she pushed up on a nigga? |
na shorty wouldnt do that |
but I’m talking about the way he be out |
starin at me, ridin by shooting rocks, like he playin me out |
and his boyz dont even like him, I know some niggaz from the 'Clair |
quite, humble niggaz use to sit up on the tier |
and talk about him wrecklessly |
so I know he a snake, I dont want that nigga next to me |
Hook: Hussein Fatal |
I dont like that nigga, I should kill him right now |
I dont like his style, and he always stuntin, that nigga foul |
I should kill him right now man, I dont like that nigga, he stay in the hood |
big guns, heavy everyday in the hood |
I dont like that nigga, that nigga foul |
I should kill him right now |
Verse 3: Hussein Fatal |
man that nigga always talking about the shit that he touched |
all the shit he did with his man, and all the bitches he fucked |
I wish Kadafi wouldve never introduced him to Pac |
I know that nigga, they called him Dirty Bruce on the block |
but wasnt he getting money with some nigga named rich |
yea, but after that he was back to the same shit |
all of them niggaz changed, man all of them niggaz strange |
he came around this bitch, and took all of them niggaz range |
aint nobody say shit, but they talking it now |
Finny Mitchell had some niggaz in the park on the ground |
and he aint get on the floor, he played his part with a frown |
yea but my party going to stomp me down |
he the best thats what it is, Ima call for his crown |
and I aint know him back then, so Ima start with him now |
I bought a brand new fourty, when I see him its on |
I aint only blowin the horn, Ima leave him a storm |
Ima do his ass dirty, in the evilest form |
next time you hear about him, I guarantee you he gone |
this nigga rollin thru the hood like he Akbar, prayin somethin |
everybody feelin him, so aint nobody saying nothin |
I dont like that nigga |