Riot Pump

(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)