[Ganxsta R?dd]

So how you figure we gon' pump this crowd up, homeboy?

Just pass me the riot pump

I'll pump this crowd up

Everybody step back



A riot pump, y'all

Pump it up, y'all

A pump it up, y'all

A riot pump, y'all

Pump it up, y'all

The riot pump, y'all

Pump, pump, pump, pump me up

[simultaneously with the Trouble Funk sample]

(Pump, pump, pump, pump me up)



[VERSE 1: Ganxsta R?dd]

Quick like a reflex, written like a schooltext

O.M.B., slap the bass, Rosco, bust the flex

All you posses, come on and give it up

T.R.I.B.E. rollin ???? you know what's up

Put down the pencil, pick up a pistol

You turn around again, we won't miss you

The m-i-c to the T.R.I.B.E.

Is a gat to a sucker MC

Close range, got the aim

And you're to blame

And to your syndicate*, nothin changed, you're still the same

This bassline's kickin up real dust

You down with it, you gonna have to get with us

Livin a life of a villain

You keep buyin, we keep sellin

Time for you to surrender, it's just a character

Don't try to run, we'll hunt you like a predator

Prey like a vulture, you make a Boo-Yaa sculpture

Did you know we're doin it for the culture?

Down from the big brown Boo-Yaa town

Forget the ounce, instead try to slap a pound



[not sure if this is a Rhyme Syndicate dis]



Pump, y'all

A riot pump, y'all

Riot pump, y'all

Pump it up, y'all

A riot pump, y'all

Pump it up, y'all

Pass me my riot pump

[Trouble Funk] (Pump, pump, pump, pump me up)



Can anyone feel the fuckin funk?

This one goes out to all you busters



[VERSE 2: Ganxsta R?dd]

187 to the posse, a Boo-Yaa logo

Y'all already know (that's when it's loco)

Kickin up dust, let the dust remain

Turn up that bass, that's the crowd's main thing

Bass - that ultimate choice

Sprayin MC's by the shot of my voice

Posses claim old school and new school

But like a criminal I used to ditch school

That's why you will always be reminded

???? Boo-Yaa, we're criminal minded

Step back, hah, get ready

(To all you posses) 187 with machetes

Unload like a .44, I got soul

Comin like Geronimo

?????? Alamo

Caged like a criminal

And I know from the frontdo'

Busta, let me go, I'm finna tell the Roscoe

Pump the pusher, I'm the criminal

(To all you posses) 187 from a limo (limo, limo, limo)

They say we're gangsters, so let the stage be the streets

Our drive-by's ????? I took the posse with me

Renegades with braids finna unload the guage

Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E., Boo-Yaa stage



Riot pump, y'all

Pump it up, y'all

A pump it up, y'all

A pump it up, a pump it up, a pump it up, y'all

Riot pump, y'all

Pump it up, y'all

Tell em

[Trouble Funk] (Pump, pump, pump, pump me up)



This is that time

When Ridd loads up another clip



[VERSE 3: Ganxsta R?dd]

I said I was loced to that posse I smoked

I told a riddle, they thought it was a new joke

Rap fiend, I'm a killin machine

It's Ganxsta R?dd cuttin like a guillotine

It's a passion being a assassin

They think we're gangsters, it's just a fashion

Forget the news, cause there's nothin excitin

It's our time, Boo-Yaa's ridin

(Boo-Yaa, Boo-Yaa hoo-ridin)

(Boo-Yaa, Boo-Yaa hoo-ridin)

(Boo-Yaa, Boo-Yaa hoo-ridin)

Pass me the remote

Turn to Godzilla, pass me the Miller

Now you know we some posse killers

The baby gangsta comin for the kingpin

It's a contract set from the state pen

The baby gangster, I'm the executioner

And everybody say (????)

No, cause I know it's your last show

Rush it then, I'm only out on a furlough

Time is money, and money is time

I see I left you scared to stand behind me

Frontline, stand all position

Brown Berets, we're on a mission

On a mission to the t-o-p

And I'm down with T.R.I.B.E.

The remains of material in this rhyme

Is a word for man, a shock for mankind

We have risen above trivial insult

But surprised by the unexpected results

That's why you be what you wanna be

I'm killin MC's, 187 to your posse

You get the riddle? I ain't no joke

Pass me my riot pump, we finna get loc'ed



And when we do this, we want everybody to clap your hands



A riot pump, y'all

A Pump it up, y'all

A pump it up, a pump it up, a pump it up, y'all

Riot pump, y'all

A pump it up, y'all

Tell em

(Pump, pump, pump, pump me up)



EZ Mike with it, homeboys

The Gis

The Gis

TNT gettin funky

Let's roll

Come on



You want us to leave the gat in the back?



(Boo-Yaa's in the house)