Hot Boys and TQ - 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 it's Squad or die
And any coward try it's 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
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

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 BG
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
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

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 GP 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 it's 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"

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

Written by:
BYRON O. THOMAS, CHRISTOPHER NOEL DORSEY, DWAYNE CARTER, TAB VIRGIL, TERIUS GRAY, TERRANCE JERMAINE QUAITES

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