Boo-Yaa T.r.i.b.e.

(feat. Kurupt)
[Intro: Kurupt]
I aint got a problem with nobody, right?
This is Young Gotti, but I got a problem with you
Cause you got a problem with me
Yeah nigga... keeping it real Gd up
Hitting niggaz like +Boo-Yaa!+ punk
What the fuck nigga!
[Verse 1: Ganxta Ridd]
Im Ridd rhyming, Im non existant
Im just a daily, first to burn a convalescent
Im the example of learning less
Im spitting possible with two Wessons, no questions
Im the question with no guessing
Im kind of stressing more pounds than two jurisdictions
These rappers dont want prohibition
I will convict him
Im the West Coast redemption
Target, Coast Ridah, boost eye for an eye
My blood line banging until the eight frame die
I snuggle up the gun, full grip
Them eyes on my dinero, then analyze this
Real out the game, send them on their way to re-admit
Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E., aint nothing changed, crowned and convinced
Pimp slap bitches and hoes and gangster slap pimps
And when I went through, its that GANGSTER SHIT
[Chorus: Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E., Kurupt]
[Boo-Yaa] Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta..
[Kurupt] You know what Im talking about
[Boo-Yaa] You get them fast then..
[Boo-Yaa] Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta..
[Boo-Yaa] This ones on me
[Boo-Yaa] Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta..
[Kurupt] Gangsta, right?
[Boo-Yaa] You get them fast then..
[Boo-Yaa] Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta..
[Boo-Yaa] This ones on me
[Verse 2: Kurupt]
Gs, Ts, where yall at?
Riders, thats what yall are (are)
Im a for real front line folder
I fold front lines and then push they backs over
Mama aint raised no busters (busters)
And mama aint raised no punks!
Well meet front to front
Left the parking lot nigga, see what yall want (nigga)
Ten toes, ten fingertips
Niggaz dont really want to trip
They want to catch a nigga twenty deep (deep)
And catch niggaz thinking they could sleep (sleep)
Aint no sleeping in a G zone nigga
BC rider and they every ball nigga
Boo-Yaa and Gotti the original, told yall nigga
Yeah run through this motherfucker, Gd up huh?
G cut Timbs from the feet up huh?
[Chorus: Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. w/ minor variations]
[Verse 3: Ganxta Ridd]
They love it when I bang through
Sex them all like a truce, fade them all like a rendez vous
Im hitting senders like Im hitting switches
Lay bikes like a pipe, play a brick and then they all my bitches
Whos that?, yall niggaz beef
Its that motherfucker cause Im getting plot money
Envisioning balls, Im wishing nuts and jaws
Fuck them trick fools that dont want us to ball
We street flavor, Blood we all involved
Im all up in the guts quit ticking and crawl
Pass the free fall, fuck the free shows
Slap the hoe all, paws that explode
Motherfuckers die trying mode
Ganxta come on call me Ganxta Ridd
B.C.D.P. B.T. for sure
West West, East Side, .45 reload
[Chorus x2: Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. w/ minor variations]
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