Hot Boy$ - Gangsta Nigga (feat. TQ) Lyrics
[Lil Wayne]Holla at me nigga you know it be Weezy "The Don"I murder easy but hard to kill like Steven SegalIts paper, *****, and pistols pass love to the pimpI'm clutching a M busting that tip for *****ing with himI'm stuck with the hustle, smuggling whatever for the cheddarTucking the metal don't play and I'll get *****ed if I let emI gotta ride til I resign its Squad or dieAnd any coward try its homicideWe got glocks and stuff, got federal agents watching usGot niggaz hitting glocks see us I love (?)See I'm above any nigga that you nameHop up out the blue thangWith two flames like "What you saying?"I do's my thug thang daily380 tucked under the seat of the S-ClassShots rip your chest fastI'm a mother *****ing mess manStreet niggaz fo shoA fire Hot Boy ok? Ya know[Chorus: TQ]We only like gangsta shitCause I drive a gangsta carAnd street niggaz run this shitWe only like gangsta broadsIf you wanna see gangsta shitThen push me a lil too farCause street niggaz might not quiteYou gone have to call the law[Turk]Niggaz keep they stash in they ashRound where I'm fromUptown and that Nolia we sold smoked chumpsQuick to steal a nigga any time of the dayIf his ass outta line we ain't standing all dayPimp, play off top better believe that dogAnd plus we stay strapped ducking short of the lawI run with solid niggaz that'll ride for meShit head Craig, Running Red and my nigga Big KiShit I rap about I'm one nigga that live itCoke, dope, guns, nigga I live itI'm only 19 and I'm down for killingJust because a nigga rap dog don't get it twistedI send shots quick through your Jerseys and FilasMy finger get to flicking please believe I ain't missingLil Turk +Young & Thuggin'+ know you niggaz know about meCash Money Hot Boy play dog and watch me ***** itI'm a street nigga[Chorus][B.G.]If I rap about it nigga I done lived it outIt ain't shit I'm fantasying this shit I been 'boutI'm a ghetto mother *****er, keep a K with a drumQuick to do a nigga something, I don't give a *****I run the streets, all 12 months of the yearAnd where I'm from you can't comeIf you ain't from round hereI'm thugged out to the fullest - call me B.G.Someone you don't want to play with cause I'm H-O-TFire, burning, scorching, flamingYou gone melt nigga wishing that it was rainingPlay the game as you want wined up in a trunkYou better think before you do because you don'tI be bustin' heads, running from feds, duckin' lawsRide all day don't rest til I kill 'em allI be thuggin' hard and you know that I play it rawSend ya to the morgueCause I'm a mother *****ing street nigga[Chorus][Juvenile]I had a little profit out the other hoodI used to go by her house in the wee-wee hoursCreeping, laying the woodThey had niggaz on the block but they knew I was coolBut still on G.P. I used to keep me a twoCause she know not what a nigga thinkPlus you know now that if a nigga tryin' pull gankThat's life thoughWhodie just like I thought ***** was straight hatin' dogMe I was 'bout having war, I was impatient ya'llI stopped going by my peeps house chillin'I stayed in my hood plotting how I'm gone kill himNow my girl say the nigga been watching the houseSo I'ma go and show the whodie what this drama aboutWhat I'ma do to him its gonna make his momma freak outI'ma either get him in or outside of his housePeople gone say "Lord, lil one died hardTook it to the head five times in the backyard"[Chorus]
