Hey all you headbangers!
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Are you ready to party?!
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Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. is pickin up metal!
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(Bang)
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Bang your head to this
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Bang your head
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Bang-bang your head to this
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[VERSE 1: Ganxsta R?dd]
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And get hit by the metal fist
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Another metaphor straight from my murder list
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I can do this, get up and school this
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Those who pick up metal but don't know how to use it
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I the Ganxsta have a full Glock
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Since the last time they all got shot
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So now you know that metal is requested
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That's the way the streets select it
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So 24/7 we're pickin up metal
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That's how we settle our problems in the ghetto
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???? why does a brother
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Pick up metal to kill another
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Why is that? I don't know
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But I think I have the answer
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Turn up the bass and let them all be dancers
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Bang your head
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Bang-bang your head to this!
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[VERSE 2: Ganxsta R?dd]
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Part 2 of a death wish
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MC's get served on the metal dish
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And that wish has already came true
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Cause the Ganxsta already played the role of a fool
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And I straight go looney
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When a buster with metal step to me
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O grabs the bass and thumps
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Busters duck the funk, what's the last? Riot Pump
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The new stage was a 12-gauge ??? to the cage
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Made you say: it ain't like the old days
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When we just go head up
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The new days everyboody's givin metal up
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And you wonder: is it metal or thunder?
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It's the sounds of down under
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And it's not undercover, it's straight up underground
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The sound of our guitar, heavy
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The bass gets no heavier
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Louder, and it's like gun powder
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One strike with metal it's a death every hour
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That's why I don't by time, I know what time it is
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Bang your head to this
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Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. is pickin up metal!
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We're pickin up metal
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[VERSE 3: Ganxsta R?dd]
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Bang your head to this!
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Take the handcuffs off my wrist
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So I can bust my shit
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Pass me my locs cause I'm finna get yoked
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Anyone who stands in the way will get smoked
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Cause all we need is your eyes to focus
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On Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. who's the locest
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Is this what you want, to see what ghetto
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Can pick up the heaviest metal?
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We give you mo', comin from the backdo'
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Another warrior ready for war
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Heavier than metal, but metal ain't heavy
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Cause the hit squad works out with plenty
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Full-metal jacket, just moved up a bracket
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Re-load the .45 so we can stack it
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All of a sudden you're stuck like a truck
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You can't get it up and you're slow like fuck
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What a shame, try to play the metal game
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Revenge is for giants, it's a soldier thing
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Straight up, from the hardest ghetto
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Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. is pickin up metal!
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We're pickin up metal
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Bang your head
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Bang-bang your head to this!
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[VERSE 4: Ganxsta R?dd]
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Metallica? Think so? Bubble gum
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They couldn't understand the 808 kick drum
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Melodic, not idiotic
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Our music makes sense, right? (Yeeaaahh) Got it
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Check it out, acid, I never had none
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But if I took some y'all know the outcome
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Clack-clack-clack, everybody stand back
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Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.'s in the house and we're ready with the metal track
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King Roscoe the full-metal jacket
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I have fire lyrics cause I have it packin
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So let's bail and pack the trunk
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With the heavy metal guitar and the bass who funks
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For all you heavy metallers
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Funky beat peddlers, listen to the editors
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Like fire in the kettle
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I bring the heat if it's metal with a scorn to settle
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This is your opportunity to go for yours
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Draw for your metal and hit the floor
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Cause it's time for war in the ghetto
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Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. is pickin up metal
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Bang your head to this
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Bang your head
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Bang-bang your head to this
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This jam is like [played backwards]
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You gotta bang your head to this!
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Ha-ha-ha-ha...
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Time is tickin, the world's gone bad
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You ain't with it, you better step back
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Feel the wrath of the Ganxsta Rid
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Pickin' Up Metal
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| Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. |
