| Song | Gangsta Nigga |
| Artist | The Hot Boys |
| Album | Let Em' Burn |
| 作曲 : Carter, Dorsey, Grey, Quaites ... | |
| 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] |
| zuò qǔ : Carter, Dorsey, Grey, Quaites ... | |
| 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 | |
| SClass 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 HOT | |
| 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 weewee 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 |