Gangsta Ni**a-The Hot Boys
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TXT Gangsta Ni**a-The Hot Boys 文本歌词
作曲 : Carter, Dorsey, Grey, Quaites ...
Holla at me n***a 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 f**king with him
I'm stuck with the hustle, smuggling whatever for the cheddar
Tucking the metal don't play and
I'll get f**ked 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 n***az hitting glocks see us
I love (?)
See I'm above any n***a 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 f**king mess man
Street n***az fo sho
A fire Hot
Boy – ok?
Ya know
We only like gangsta shit
Cause I drive a gangsta car
And street n***az run this shit
We only like gangsta broads
If you wanna see gangsta shit
Then push me a lil too far
Cause street n***az might not quite
You gone have to call the law
n***az keep they stash in they ash
Round where
I'm from Uptown and that
Nolia we sold smoked chumps
Quick to steal a n***a 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 n***az that'll ride for me
Shit head
Craig, Running
Red and my n***a
Big Ki Shit
I rap about –
I'm one n***a that live it
Coke, d**e, guns, n***a
I live it
I'm only 19 and
I'm down for killing
Just because a n***a 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 n***az know about me
Cash Money
Hot Boy play dog and watch me cock it
I'm a street n***a
If I rap about it n***a
I done lived it out
It ain't shit
I'm fantasying this shit
I been 'bout
I'm a ghetto mother f**ker, keep a
K with a drum
Quick to do a n***a something,
I don't give a f**k
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 n***a 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 f**king street n***a
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 n***az 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 n***a think
Plus you know now that if a n***a tryin' pull gank
That's life though
Whodie just like
I thought – B***h 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 n***a 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"
