| (The moral of that story is
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| Don’t mess around and get yo ass stomped)
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| (Yeah, yeah, yeah — yeeaaaah)
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| Boo-Yaa funkin it up
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| (Don't mess with)
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| Boo-Yaa funkin it up
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| (Don't mess with)
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| Boo-Yaa funkin it up
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| (Don't mess with)
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| Booooooooo-Yaa!
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| Yeah
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| (Yeah)
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| (Come on)
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| (Posses better step back)
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| (Tell em what it is)
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| Don’t mess with a riot, we’re prisoners of emotion
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| How politicians figure they have the potion?
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| But I’m the witch doctor, I came to rock ya
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| (And if it don’t work) Then I’m gonna sock ya
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| Don’t need violence, but violence is here
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| Listen up close and put on a riot gear
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| Cause Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. |
| is comin up hard
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| (What you think about the posse?) I think we see in a graveyard
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| I’m the rap criminal, comin from my limo
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| Every lyric I say, I write it down on my memo
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| The MC in command, my A.K. |
| ??they banned?
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| Me and you one on one, Ganxta R? |
| dd still stand
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| I never dirty my back, I never ever get jacked
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| On stage (cause he carries a gat)
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| .44's large, I got a big bodyguard
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| The rap mafia Godfather Rock is in charge
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| You don’t mess
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| With that Boo-Yaa funk
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| (Yeah, yeah, yeah — yeeaaaah)
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| Boo-Yaa funkin it up
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| (Don't mess with)
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| Boo-Yaa funkin it up
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| (Don't mess with)
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| Boo-Yaa funkin it up
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| (Don't mess with)
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| Booooooooo-Yaa!
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| I’m gonna tell you only once
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| (Yeah)
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| Yo loc
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| Pass me that second clip, homeboy
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| I can do this
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| (Tell em what we about)
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| Don’t mess with a dopedealer, makin transactions
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| Cause makin money is their satisfaction
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| Sellin drugs is the way they survive
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| Smokin drugs is the way they die
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| So who’s the main killer, the pusher or the user?
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| You figure it out, I’m not here to accuse ya
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| Cause I’m a dope dealer, slingin records
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| Makin records, breakin records, settin records
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| So now you know what time it is
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| You don’t mess with the stuff, you can’t hang with this
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| I’m a pusher, a killer, never to be followed
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| (To all you posses) 187 with a beer bottle
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| So how you figure, the R? |
| dd behind the trigger
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| Huh, you try to run, I hunt you like a ninja
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| Cause I’m so quick (how quick?) like lightning
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| To MC’s the R? |
| dd is so frightening
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| They keep askin me (R?dd, what you writin?)
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| A letter to the posse who comin in here fightin
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| So like dope dealer would say
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| You shortstop, my customer get sprayed with the A. K
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| You don’t mess
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| Homeboy
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| (Yeah, yeah, yeah — yeeaaaah)
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| Boo-Yaa funkin it up
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| (Don't mess with)
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| Boo-Yaa funkin it up
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| (Don't mess with)
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| Boo-Yaa funkin it up
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| (Don't mess with)
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| Booooooooo-Yaa!
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| I’m gonna only say it once
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| Come on
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| (Yeah)
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| You think they’re ready for the last one?
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| (I don’t know)
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| Bring on that clip, homeboy
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| (That one was too funky)
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| (Give it to em anyway)
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| (Come on)
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| Don’t mess with the boys in black when your ass get tapped
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| By Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E., the mafia of rap
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| Life of last (lane) never been delayed
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| Commit a crime on stage and still get paid
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| Makin dollars to holler, your posse’s to follow
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| The T.R.I.B.E. |
| get bigger, your posse get smaller
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| Your lyrics is scratched, your record is dubbed
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| You ask what’s the funk hypin up the club
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| Boo-Yaa funkin it up
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| Then you turn to your lady as you say it again
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| Boo-Yaa funkin it up
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| Yeah
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| Don’t mess with a bullet when the trigger is pulled
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| You don’t mess with the T.R.I.B.E. |
| when we act a fool
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| The Godfahter Rock TE, once he starts snappin
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| O.M.B. |
| on the bass, he starts slappin
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| R? |
| dd start rappin, my T.R.I.B.E. |
| start cappin
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| Your posse plays it up, I say, «Yo, what happened?»
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| Now they got me in a cell, but they fail
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| I still got E.K.A. |
| and Don-L raisin hell
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| Put down my mic, I got L.A.'s best
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| Most wanted stays R? |
| idd, takin over the west
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| Always been loc’ed since the day we was born
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| We peel a cap like a monkey peels a orange
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| Tear your ass up with my lyrics of death
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| Put down my mic in case you run out of breath
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| Roll your ass up and tell you to leave
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| Like the last record company who didn’t believe
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| But that’s okay, because the going gets tough
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| You don’t mess with this stuff
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| So how you like us now?
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| How ya like us now?
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| Homeboy
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| They gonna funk to this
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| They have to
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| I’m gonna only tell you once
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| You don’t mess with Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E
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| (Don't mess around and get yo ass stomped) |