Hey all you headbangers!

Are you ready to party?!



Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. is pickin up metal!



(Bang)



Bang your head to this

Bang your head 

Bang-bang your head to this



[VERSE 1: Ganxsta R?dd]

And get hit by the metal fist

Another metaphor straight from my murder list

I can do this, get up and school this

Those who pick up metal but don't know how to use it

I the Ganxsta have a full Glock

Since the last time they all got shot

So now you know that metal is requested

That's the way the streets select it

So 24/7 we're pickin up metal

That's how we settle our problems in the ghetto

???? why does a brother

Pick up metal to kill another

Why is that? I don't know

But I think I have the answer

Turn up the bass and let them all be dancers



Bang your head

Bang-bang your head to this!



[VERSE 2: Ganxsta R?dd]

Part 2 of a death wish

MC's get served on the metal dish

And that wish has already came true

Cause the Ganxsta already played the role of a fool

And I straight go looney

When a buster with metal step to me

O grabs the bass and thumps

Busters duck the funk, what's the last? Riot Pump

The new stage was a 12-gauge ??? to the cage

Made you say: it ain't like the old days

When we just go head up

The new days everyboody's givin metal up

And you wonder: is it metal or thunder?

It's the sounds of down under

And it's not undercover, it's straight up underground

The sound of our guitar, heavy

The bass gets no heavier

Louder, and it's like gun powder

One strike with metal it's a death every hour

That's why I don't by time, I know what time it is

Bang your head to this



Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. is pickin up metal!

We're pickin up metal



[VERSE 3: Ganxsta R?dd]

Bang your head to this!

Take the handcuffs off my wrist

So I can bust my shit

Pass me my locs cause I'm finna get yoked

Anyone who stands in the way will get smoked

Cause all we need is your eyes to focus

On Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. who's the locest

Is this what you want, to see what ghetto

Can pick up the heaviest metal?

We give you mo', comin from the backdo'

Another warrior ready for war

Heavier than metal, but metal ain't heavy

Cause the hit squad works out with plenty

Full-metal jacket, just moved up a bracket

Re-load the .45 so we can stack it

All of a sudden you're stuck like a truck

You can't get it up and you're slow like fuck

What a shame, try to play the metal game

Revenge is for giants, it's a soldier thing

Straight up, from the hardest ghetto

Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. is pickin up metal!



We're pickin up metal



Bang your head

Bang-bang your head to this!



[VERSE 4: Ganxsta R?dd]

Metallica? Think so? Bubble gum

They couldn't understand the 808 kick drum

Melodic, not idiotic

Our music makes sense, right? (Yeeaaahh) Got it

Check it out, acid, I never had none

But if I took some y'all know the outcome

Clack-clack-clack, everybody stand back

Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.'s in the house and we're ready with the metal track

King Roscoe the full-metal jacket

I have fire lyrics cause I have it packin

So let's bail and pack the trunk

With the heavy metal guitar and the bass who funks

For all you heavy metallers

Funky beat peddlers, listen to the editors

Like fire in the kettle 

I bring the heat if it's metal with a scorn to settle

This is your opportunity to go for yours

Draw for your metal and hit the floor

Cause it's time for war in the ghetto

Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. is pickin up metal



Bang your head to this

Bang your head 

Bang-bang your head to this



This jam is like [played backwards]

You gotta bang your head to this!

Ha-ha-ha-ha...



Time is tickin, the world's gone bad

You ain't with it, you better step back

Feel the wrath of the Ganxsta R?dd