Riot Pump

So how you figure we gon pump this crowd up, homeboy?
Just pass me the riot pump
Ill pump this crowd up
Everybody step back
A riot pump, yall
Pump it up , yall
A pump it up, yall
A riot pump, yall
Pump it up, yall
The riot pump, yall
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 whats up
Put down the pencil, pick up a pistol
You turn around again, we wont 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 youre to blame
And to your syndicate*, nothin changed, youre still the same
This basslines 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, its just a character
Dont try to run, well hunt you like a predator
Prey like a vulture, you make a
Boo-Yaa sculpture
Did you know were 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, yall
A riot pump, yall
Riot pump, yall
Pump it up, yall
A riot pump, yall
Pump it up, yall
Pass me my riot pump [Trouble Funk] (Pump, pump, pump, pump me up)
Can anyone feel the ****in funk?
This one goes out to all you busters [VERSE 2: Ganxsta R?dd] 187 to the posse, a
Boo-Yaa logo
Yall already know (thats when its loco)
Kickin up dust, let the dust remain
Turn up that bass, thats the crowds main thing
Bass - that ultimate choice
Sprayin MCs by the shot of my voice
Posses claim old school and new school
But like a criminal
I used to ditch school
Thats why you will always be reminded ????
Boo-Yaa, were 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,
Im finna tell the
Roscoe Pump the pusher,
Im the criminal (To all you posses) 187 from a limo (limo, limo, limo)
They say were gangsters, so let the stage be the streets
Our drive-bys ?????
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, yall
Pump it up, yall
A pump it up, yall
A pump it up, a pump it up, a pump it up, yall
Riot pump, yall
Pump it up, yall
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,
Im a killin machine
Its Ganxsta
R?dd cuttin like a guillotine
Its a passion being a assassin
They think were gangsters, its just a fashion
Forget the news, cause theres nothin excitin
Its our time,
Boo-Yaas 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
Its a contract set from the state pen
The baby gangster,
Im the executioner
And everybody say (????)
No, cause
I know its your last show
Rush it then,
Im 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, were on a mission
On a mission to the t-o-p
And Im 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
Thats why you be what you wanna be
Im killin
MCs, 187 to your posse
You get the riddle?
I aint no joke
Pass me my riot pump, we finna get loced
And when we do this, we want everybody to clap your hands
A riot pump, yall
A Pump it up, yall
A pump it up, a pumpit up, a pump it up, yall
Riot pump, yall
A pump it up, yall
Tell em (Pump, pump, pump, pump me up)
EZ Mike with it, homeboys
The Gis The
Gis TNT gettin funky
Lets roll
Come on You want us to leave the gat in the back? (Boo-Yaas in the house)