[Ganxsta R?dd]
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So how you figure we gon' pump this crowd up, homeboy?
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Just pass me the riot pump
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I'll pump this crowd up
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Everybody step back
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A riot pump, y'all
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Pump it up, y'all
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A pump it up, y'all
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A riot pump, y'all
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Pump it up, y'all
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The riot pump, y'all
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Pump, pump, pump, pump me up
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[simultaneously with the Trouble Funk sample]
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(Pump, pump, pump, pump me up)
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[VERSE 1: Ganxsta R?dd]
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Quick like a reflex, written like a schooltext
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O.M.B., slap the bass, Rosco, bust the flex
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All you posses, come on and give it up
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T.R.I.B.E. rollin ???? you know what's up
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Put down the pencil, pick up a pistol
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You turn around again, we won't miss you
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The m-i-c to the T.R.I.B.E.
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Is a gat to a sucker MC
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Close range, got the aim
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And you're to blame
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And to your syndicate*, nothin changed, you're still the same
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This bassline's kickin up real dust
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You down with it, you gonna have to get with us
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Livin a life of a villain
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You keep buyin, we keep sellin
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Time for you to surrender, it's just a character
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Don't try to run, we'll hunt you like a predator
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Prey like a vulture, you make a Boo-Yaa sculpture
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Did you know we're doin it for the culture?
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Down from the big brown Boo-Yaa town
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Forget the ounce, instead try to slap a pound
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[not sure if this is a Rhyme Syndicate dis]
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Pump, y'all
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A riot pump, y'all
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Riot pump, y'all
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Pump it up, y'all
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A riot pump, y'all
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Pump it up, y'all
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Pass me my riot pump
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[Trouble Funk] (Pump, pump, pump, pump me up)
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Can anyone feel the fuckin funk?
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This one goes out to all you busters
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[VERSE 2: Ganxsta R?dd]
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187 to the posse, a Boo-Yaa logo
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Y'all already know (that's when it's loco)
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Kickin up dust, let the dust remain
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Turn up that bass, that's the crowd's main thing
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Bass - that ultimate choice
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Sprayin MC's by the shot of my voice
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Posses claim old school and new school
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But like a criminal I used to ditch school
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That's why you will always be reminded
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???? Boo-Yaa, we're criminal minded
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Step back, hah, get ready
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(To all you posses) 187 with machetes
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Unload like a .44, I got soul
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Comin like Geronimo
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?????? Alamo
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Caged like a criminal
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And I know from the frontdo'
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Busta, let me go, I'm finna tell the Roscoe
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Pump the pusher, I'm the criminal
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(To all you posses) 187 from a limo (limo, limo, limo)
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They say we're gangsters, so let the stage be the streets
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Our drive-by's ????? I took the posse with me
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Renegades with braids finna unload the guage
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Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E., Boo-Yaa stage
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Riot pump, y'all
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Pump it up, y'all
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A pump it up, y'all
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A pump it up, a pump it up, a pump it up, y'all
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Riot pump, y'all
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Pump it up, y'all
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Tell em
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[Trouble Funk] (Pump, pump, pump, pump me up)
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This is that time
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When Ridd loads up another clip
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[VERSE 3: Ganxsta R?dd]
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I said I was loced to that posse I smoked
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I told a riddle, they thought it was a new joke
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Rap fiend, I'm a killin machine
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It's Ganxsta R?dd cuttin like a guillotine
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It's a passion being a assassin
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They think we're gangsters, it's just a fashion
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Forget the news, cause there's nothin excitin
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It's our time, Boo-Yaa's ridin
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(Boo-Yaa, Boo-Yaa hoo-ridin)
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(Boo-Yaa, Boo-Yaa hoo-ridin)
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(Boo-Yaa, Boo-Yaa hoo-ridin)
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Pass me the remote
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Turn to Godzilla, pass me the Miller
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Now you know we some posse killers
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The baby gangsta comin for the kingpin
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It's a contract set from the state pen
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The baby gangster, I'm the executioner
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And everybody say (????)
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No, cause I know it's your last show
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Rush it then, I'm only out on a furlough
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Time is money, and money is time
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I see I left you scared to stand behind me
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Frontline, stand all position
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Brown Berets, we're on a mission
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On a mission to the t-o-p
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And I'm down with T.R.I.B.E.
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The remains of material in this rhyme
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Is a word for man, a shock for mankind
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We have risen above trivial insult
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But surprised by the unexpected results
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That's why you be what you wanna be
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I'm killin MC's, 187 to your posse
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You get the riddle? I ain't no joke
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Pass me my riot pump, we finna get loc'ed
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And when we do this, we want everybody to clap your hands
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| A riot pump, y'all |
