On Me

(feat. Kurupt)

(Intro: Kurupt)

I ain't got a problem with nobody, right?

This is Young Gotti, but I got a problem with you

Cause you got a problem with me

Yeah *****... keeping it real G'd up

Hitting *****z like +Boo-Yaa!+ punk

What the **** *****!

(Verse 1: Ganxta Ridd)

I'm Ridd rhyming, I'm non existant

I'm just a daily, first to burn a convalescent

I'm the example of learning less

I'm spitting possible with two Wesson's, no questions

I'm the question with no guessing

I'm kind of stressing more pounds than two jurisdictions

These rappers don't want prohibition

I will convict him

I'm the West Coast redemption

Target, Coast Ridah, boost eye for an eye

My blood line banging until the eight frame die

I snuggle up the gun, full grip

Them eyes on my dinero, then ****yze this

Real out the game, send them on their way to re-admit

Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E., ain't nothing changed, crowned and convinced

Pimp slap *****es and hoes and gangster slap pimps

And when I went through, it's that GANGSTER ****

(Chorus: Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E., Kurupt)

(Boo-Yaa) Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta..

(Kurupt) You know what I'm talking about

(Boo-Yaa) You get them fast then..

(Boo-Yaa) Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta..

(Boo-Yaa) This one's on me

(Boo-Yaa) Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta..

(Kurupt) Gangsta, right?

(Boo-Yaa) You get them fast then..

(Boo-Yaa) Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta..

(Boo-Yaa) This one's on me

(Verse 2: Kurupt)

G's, T's, where y'all at?

Riders, that's what y'all are (are)

I'm a for real front line folder

I fold front lines and then push they backs over

Mama ain't raised no busters (busters)

And mama ain't raised no punks!

We'll meet front to front

Left the parking lot *****, see what y'all want (*****)

Ten toes, ten fingertips

*****z don't really want to trip

They want to catch a ***** twenty deep (deep)

And catch *****z thinking they could sleep (sleep)

Ain't no sleeping in a G zone *****

BC rider and they every ball *****

Boo-Yaa and Gotti the original, told y'all *****

Yeah run through this ************, G'd up huh?

G cut Timbs from the feet up huh?

(Chorus: Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. w/ minor variations)

(Verse 3: Ganxta Ridd)

They love it when I bang through

*** them all like a truce, fade them all like a rendez vous

I'm hitting senders like I'm hitting switches

Lay bikes like a pipe, play a brick and then they all my *****es

Who's that?, y'all *****z beef

It's that ************ cause I'm getting plot money

Envisioning *****, I'm wishing **** and jaws

**** them trick fools that don't want us to ball

We street flavor, Blood we all involved

I'm all up in the guts quit ticking and crawl

Pass the free fall, **** the free shows

Slap the hoe all, paws that explode

************s die trying mode

Ganxta come on call me Ganxta Ridd

B.C.D.P. B.T. for sure

West West, East Side, .45 reload

(Chorus x2: Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. w/ minor variations)