On Me lyrics

Artist  : Boo-yaa T.r.i.b.e. 
Song : On Me



 Send "On Me" Ringtone to your Cell 

 												
														   [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