Pickin’ Up Metal

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)
 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