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Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. - On Me lyrics
[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 |
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