T.R.I.B.E.

( *conversation while Sicilian music plays in the background* ) [ The Godfather Rock TE ] I want you to take this funk to America [ Ganxta R?dd ] But Godfather, James Brown said it gots to be funky! [ The Godfather Rock TE ] Well, take O.M.B. with you [ VERSE 1: Ganxta R?dd ] I'm a B.G., too young to be an O.G But all the O.G.'s who know me respect me MC's be slippin, I should be sittin And now I be hittin cause they just keep trippin (Trippin) (trippin) (trippin) We catch you trippin, trippin in the hood You think your rap could hit me from the bottle I think you have nothin to say but to follow Follow the leader, I drink a liter Of Miller, still be standin with the rap fever Turn up the level, bust on the devil This is your spot, pass me a shovel Turn up the stereo, this is your burial 8 feet under, turn off the radio In your tombstone you lay down alone Like me, but I spray them on the microphone Rappers, I ????, they try to bomb on us Radios fear us, we're too predominous It's for the culture, it's for the culture It's for the culture, it's for the culture It's for the culture, your lyrics, I told ya I brings it to ya, a Boo-Yaa sculpture Cause I know what a MC don't know My lyrics locked down in the rap ???? [ all ] T.R.I.B.E T.R.I.B.E T.R.I.B.E Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E [ The Godfather Rock TE ] Ain't we funky now? Ain't we funky now? [ VERSE 2: Ganxta R?dd ] They threw away the key that unlocks my cell But they failed, unloaded two shells, my record still sell I ??? MC as if I was a swordsman I got out, I was huntin for the warden That's the way it is, that's the way I be And if you didn't know, prison guards feel me I'm Riddler [initial], my pen was behind bars And when I get out you're gonna boom me in your car Pump up the woofer, turn up the tweeter O.M.B., bring on the bass beater [ all ] T.R.I.B.E T.R.I.B.E T.R.I.B.E Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E [ The Godfather Rock TE ] Ain't we funky now? Ain't we funky now? [ VERSE 3: Ganxta R?dd ] Flip a u-turn, check out what I learned The punk judge sentenced me a short term In the pen again, rappin from the lock-in And it's the lock-in messin up my head again That's why servin time got me smokin punks (To all you posses) 187 with the riot pump I'm packin it, click-clackin it If it's too long, then I sow the front off it Don't like to show off, we might just let off Check out the T.R.I.B.E., watch my boys go off What a big mess, unfinished business Riddler did it, who played the witness? My old crimey sittin at the witness stand He still the homie? Be a snitcher, smoke him, man No mistakes allowed in the Boo-Yaa crowd This is the streets, so referee, go on with the foul You know what I'm sayin? And with these lyrics I be sprayin Turned state evidence, changed his identity He got away, 187 to his family [ all ] T.R.I.B.E T.R.I.B.E T.R.I.B.E B-Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E [ Ganxta R?dd ] Let's go home [ The Godfather Rock TE ] Ain't we funky now? (Hell yeah!) (Hell yeah!) Ain't we funky now? (Hell yeah!) (Hell yeah!) Told you my boys was funky (funky) (funky) [ all ] Hell yeah! Hell yeah! Hell yeah! Hell yeah! Hell to the muthafuckas Hell yeah! Hell yeah! Hell to the muthafuckas Hell yeah! Hell yeah! Hell to the muthafuckas Hell yeah! Hell yeah! Hell to the muthafuckas Hell to the muthafuckas Hell to the muthafuckas Hell to them other bustas ( *laughter* ) Hell yeah! Bustas! Yeah! Boo-Yaa in the house