Gangsta N***a Lyrics - Hot Boys

[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]