[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 nigga... keeping it real G'd up

Hitting niggaz like Boo-Yaa! punk

What the fuck nigga!



[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 analyze 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 bitches and hoes and gangster slap pimps

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



[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