Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.

(feat. Short Khop)

(Ganxta Ridd)
Okay Mang This is how it's going to go down
Ganxta Ridd and Short Khop
We're gonna expand
(sniff)
Ya know
L.A., Chicago, Miami, New York, to the Islands
(sniff)
At 13 fava Game is Brutal We're gonna make moves

(Verse Ganxta Ridd)
I gangsta out the border
With Short Khop strapped the 4 chicken and two coldaz
On a run just to feed our sons and daughtaz
The rich get rich the po' get slaughta'd
Nobody cares it's the new world orda
It aint fair look at all the return soldiaz
They all fucked up in the head when they soba
Rabblin to self thinkin the war is ova
Lets take it back to pulp fiction so you can
Paint a betta pikcha of this conversation
It all started back in 89
Chris Blackwell said come to my Island and sign
Headed to New York for tha progress
We said that the nigga that discovered Bob Marley
You know no woman no cry
But we was out there thinkin everythang gon be all right
I'm tired but I'm not tired of livin
Just tired of the bullshit this industry was givin
I'm not the first to complain
I'm just the first to say fuck yall in every which way
I love the music guess the music didnt love me
Oscilatin champs we been bangin since the 80's
If I should die tell the judge just to blame me
I stay a rida aint nobody gonna save me
Starz peneltonz and bandanaz
Represent the gang bangaz cuss words and bad mannaz
I'm smashin 110 on the speed scanna
Fuck the fedz ATF and the chicken hammaz

(chorus)
(tell em ganxta) HEATED
Dippin down burgandy west galeez
Please believe it
When they comin to get us (bang at yo own)
Stackin lettaz takin no feddaz
No one can do it betta
When they comin to get us stackin lettaz takin no
fettaz stay (tell em ganxta)
Heated
Dippin down burgandy west galeez
Please believe it
When they comin to get us (bang at yo own)
Stackin lettaz takin no feddaz
No one can do it betta
When they comin to get us stackin lettaz takin no
fettaz stay (tell em ganxta)

(Short Khop)
Short Khop
You can find him on the front line where they was at
Yall stay away from that
Homies still afraid of that all black raida hat
Where the gangstaz at most of yall lay dere
But from daycare to gray hair they say poppa stay there
With all odds against him this that and some
Lose some win some pop knock you miss him
But ya niggaz just ridiculous sick as a niggaz syphilis
And feelin like you spittin puss fuel to the tip of and you been a par
Big homie ive been a nut run around in pony tailz
Chest poked out pants saggin like a skinny nut
Feelin like I'm big as fuck with the biggest nutz
Run up on em get em up I run up on em stick em up
And I aint even need that heated where my sleeve at
Point where you breath at your gulls and yo teeth at
The holes where you see at oh plz believe that

(Chorus)

(Verse Ganxta Ridd)
We headed for the borda
Khop and Gangxta on slot foe tha chicken holdaz
The industry thought we was ova
Premeditated rockin bc powder to Boo Yaa bouldaz
Senorita pass by I say hola
You know the pisa jose with the corka
She took us to the back and I told her
She made a move foe tha doe so we showed her
Heated when they was comin to get me
Cuz imma West side I know the bitch wouldn't let me
I put it right in it when the bitch try to check me
A str8 G rida from the gawtiest states
They come from all around try to test the strength of the unfaded
And a portrait of pain
Blood its war zone and ya people is in it
Yall betta warn home ganxta'z comin to get it you want it
I betcha cant get it blood I still got it when I
Still pop it in you hit it all you bad bitches
Yall takin pictures cuz you feel me
Nuh uh you takin pictures cuz yo feddiez wanna kill me

(chorus x2)

(feat. B-Real, Eminem)

(Intro: Eminem)
WAAAAHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOO!!! (laughs)
Guess who's back?!?!
Mommy! We're home!!
Say hello to my little friends
DJ Muggs, Soul Assassins, Cypress Hill
Everybody! Put your hands where my eyes can see!!!

(Verse: Eminem)
Everywhere we go people know that we roll deep as fuck
Fourty fifty Samoans, they knowing when D-Bo was
50, Tweezy, Obie there won't be no hoe in us
They pop shit like they gon do shit but no one does
From New York down to Texas, back up to Los Angeles
We've changed the way we move so man up if you can't adjust
You may end up getting rushed by too many to handle us
It's funny, I guess money does have its advantages
And it isn't that we just think that we can't be touched
It's not like we're just feeling ourselves that much
It's just, that if someone ever does put us in the clutch
We just know that y'all ain't gon be the one who's gon do it
Cause first of all you're pussy and everybody can see that
You fuck around, get caught in a spot that you shouldn't be at
That you got no business being in, we ain't even gon be in it
No one's gunna hear nothing, no one's gunna see this shit
And they'll be in and up out of it, them boys is bout it, bout it
The noise from (?) be drowned out by the crowd
And you'll be laying on the ground getting trampled by people dancing
Till the club closes, and clears out
And that's when they see you flatened
Nobody saw it happen, all cause your jaws are flapping
And you couldn't stop yapping and took it past rapping
It ain't about the music no more, it's bout trying to show off
And it feels like any minute the bomb is bout to go off

(Chorus: Eminem)
Shit's about to change, cause we ain't playing no games
We ain't budging neither are they, we ain't saying no names
Shit just ain't the same, when the K's get to scream
Hip-hop is in a state of 911
It ain't about hip-hop, cause those days are gone
It ain't about trying rip shots, to get props no more
It's about trying not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor
Cause hip-hop is in a state of 911

(Verse: B-Real)
Step off my holster cause shit it's getting serious
All theses drugs you be fucking with make you delirious
Thinking you coming with heat, yo son, I'm curious
How long are you gunna hate us and judge us and jury us?
Some people can never fade us, that make us so furious
Mistake us for fakers, homie we greater and glorious
We living for real and others just making the stories up
Allusions are broken, so live it up, you corny fucks
If you take a fucking minute to think about what you've done
When you stood against a gangsta who live and die by the gun
Got a hot one, spraying you bitches til there is none
I'm like a rolling stone homie, I got you under my thumb
Silly little bitches can end up right up in ditches
We cut you and give you stitches, for envy and all my riches
Your game's just like a midget, you're clocking a small digit
Dealing with the Giant Goliath, people that's how we live it, c'mon

(Chorus)

(Verse: Ganxsta Ridd)
Uh, gangsta Ganxsta who come to pay you a visit
On this shit you call hip-hop, this function is where did it
When I - put it in motion, my focus is getting branded
My appetite for destruction is blasted because I said it
Got you - stumbling for cover, this music dying in numbers
But you wouldn't pause and wonder, admitting it's all glamour
When you - enter the business you thinking you running shit
You witness that funny shit, your bitches they ain't shit!
We gangstas we blast first, ask questions later
All these - imitators parading like they some playas
Trying to - save hip-hop the task is something greater
Cause we old fashioned coded with loyalty motivaters
Get caught, I'm not telling, or more like killing not caring
I'm riding a - gangsta feeling, no fearing when gangstas dying
I'm in a - full circle with homies that's supposed to bleed
On an 8 Mile mission with Cypress and O.G.'s

(Chorus)

(feat. Kurupt)

(Intro: Kurupt)
I ain't 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 G'd up
Hitting niggaz like +Boo-Yaa!+ punk
What the fuck nigga!

(Verse 1: Ganxta Ridd)
I'm Ridd rhyming, I'm non existant
I'm just a daily, first to burn a convalescent
I'm the example of learning less
I'm spitting possible with two Wesson's, no questions
I'm the question with no guessing
I'm kind of stressing more pounds than two jurisdictions
These rappers don't want prohibition
I will convict him
I'm 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., ain't nothing changed, crowned and convinced
Pimp slap bitches and hoes and gangster slap pimps
And when I went through, it's that GANGSTER SHIT

(Chorus: Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E., Kurupt)

(Boo-Yaa) Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta..
(Kurupt) You know what I'm talking about
(Boo-Yaa) You get them fast then..
(Boo-Yaa) Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta..
(Boo-Yaa) This one's 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 one's on me

(Verse 2: Kurupt)
G's, T's, where y'all at?
Riders, that's what y'all are (are)
I'm a for real front line folder
I fold front lines and then push they backs over
Mama ain't raised no busters (busters)
And mama ain't raised no punks!
We'll meet front to front
Left the parking lot nigga, see what y'all want (nigga)
Ten toes, ten fingertips
Niggaz don't really want to trip
They want to catch a nigga twenty deep (deep)
And catch niggaz thinking they could sleep (sleep)
Ain't no sleeping in a G zone nigga
BC rider and they every ball nigga
Boo-Yaa and Gotti the original, told y'all nigga
Yeah run through this motherfucker, G'd 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
I'm hitting senders like I'm hitting switches
Lay bikes like a pipe, play a brick and then they all my bitches
Who's that?, y'all niggaz beef
It's that motherfucker cause I'm getting plot money
Envisioning balls, I'm wishing nuts and jaws
Fuck them trick fools that don't want us to ball
We street flavor, Blood we all involved
I'm 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)

(feat. Mack 10)

(chorus)
Niggaz wanna fuck with me
That's why I gots to bang on you
Hater's wanna fuck with the g's
That's why we gots bang on you
Niggaz wanna fuck with me
That's why I gots to bang on you
Hater's wanna fuck with the g's
That's why I gots bang on you

(verse-Ganxta Ridd)
I say fuck them all when I bang them on some
From Inglewood to my city of Carson
Through every hood you should be bangin more often
Is your life more then what it is costin
Chicken hawker shit talken dogg barker
Ghost the scene the snatch of the nath watcher
The cock it down blood walker collar blocker
Never through it up I through down with the wreath rock
SOO WOO set ride on the left put my flag on my
shoulder so it lays on my chest
The dime piece put the "I" in finess but you can bless
that chrome while I bless my fit
It's on tell these 5th niggaz its on p-funk I funk or no funk at all
Ganxta Ridd Mack tension with the flamedarin
Piru 3 street yall ain't ready for this

(chorus)
(Mack 10)
uh HUH
eyes forward
huh
Look

(verse Mack 10)
Yall don't understand I bang on hoe niggaz
Slang blowin in a drive jack foe moe figgaz
Walk in the party moe flamed then a arsen
Cuz the QSI caught a link with the Carson
I'm Gangsta, you ain't tryed it don't knock it
Sag when I feel flag in my right pocket
The Westin G'z it ain't a new style
And the Boo Yaa moe samoans then a luau
I fucks with 'em cuz we from the same side
And who ever got hit with the cake flame died
Always been a rida always stood up
Damu niggaz and bitches throw yo hood up (SOO WOO)
Get it how you live if you tamper with the sack
I go to war over crack like Bush and Iraq (ha ha)
It's mack 10 nigga hoo bangin affiliate
Stay gangsta all the time and fuck who ain't feelin it

(chorus)

(verse-Gangxta Ridd)
I stay flamed up ritual keep the dickies original
Author of the smash through a gang funeral
With the G.A.W.T.T.I. belt buckled the west chuckle
My bloody knuckles can't stop my hustle
They puzzle how the hen get guzzled
They tumble tryin to fade through the muscle
They in trouble when the mind go humble
The debree from the rubble got the whole ben doubled
Where they at they go gangsta shit
Where you from here we go gangsta hit
The rap rolla scrap brawler burgandy maroon
Neva visualize unless it go boom
G.A.W.T.T.I. get deflan boss of all dons
Always outnumber but never outdone
Niggaz don't want to march unless we a million
Let me p-funk it Westside and make don

(chorus x3)

Now I gotta murder da' murder ta' get away
The eyes gotta peer now the fool's gotta pay
And if they pay then they pay with they life
So watch another man try to hold on to his life

Cause' I keep lookin' and huntin' just like a lion
Let the sucka' know that it's them that be dyin'
I show no remorse to the source of the tales
And if they tell then the hungry better battle

Aw I keep it comin' and comin' across the table
And if I miss, I never miss, cuz Im able
I'm lookin' forward and I'm lookin' over my shoulder
And I'll make a simple sin to make the bonus
But I'll never bless the rest, so never cease
I'll do a motherfucker with this restin' piece
Cause' what they saw they never seen or even heard of
And if they live, it's just another body murdered....
.....another body murdered....

I'm makin' deals for deals that make a kill
And anyone looking gonna' get that ass killed
I'm livin' like a criminal and criminal I be
And I'm respected in the hood like a 'G'
But if they think I'm blasted then they gone
I'm takin' off they're head with a motherfuckin' chrome
I gotta pay the play the pay ta' get crooked
And I ain't 'BOO' til' I dump another fool
I see the fool runnin' and runnin' but where they goin' ?
Had to witness my murder now they knowin'
What they blast so blast so at the pad
I'll have the thing fixed...My life was goin' in a flash....
If I went to say
---- that'd be my ass
Searching for these fools while stepping cross the squares
Cause they can't hide and hide and that's real
And what you just witnessed with your eyes got ta' kill....
.....another body murdered.....

Bang your head to this....Turn me up!....another body murdered

...Faith No More....
I had to get it together to watch a body get murdered, ehh...
Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E...

I have to get it together to watch a body get murdered

Bang your head...come on...Bang your head....
....Bang your head.......Bang you head to this....

I see a fool an' I try an' test the fool
I testify that the fool will have to lose
Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. gotta keep it low
Cause the brother that was shot with my motherfuckin Uz..ooooh...
As I bail with my head up
Round they crowd someone kicks my luck and then I get up
All these busters on my trail
Well they get where I'm at, but the fail cause' they can't bail
I keep bailin' I been stickin' my shit ever since they've had me jailed in
But it ain't all about servin' time...
It's about breakin' down the verd(ict) and servin' mine....

Another pass or passive
You wanta' play it by the Ridd did the king start blastin'
All these fools goin' up they sigh
They try to test mine
They never get to know why
Oooh how long can you live when a gangster like the Ridd keep smokin' that ass.....

Bang your head to this...

Turn me up.....I had to get it together to watch a body get murdered..ehh
Faith No More......I had to get it together to watch a body get murdered
Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.....Murder well I won...