| 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
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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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| A pump it up, y’all
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| Tell em
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| (Pump, pump, pump, pump me up)
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| EZ Mike with it, homeboys
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| The Gis
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| The Gis
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| TNT gettin funky
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| Let’s roll
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| Come on
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| You want us to leave the gat in the back?
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| (Boo-Yaa's in the house) |