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 TRIBE, 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 TRIBE, 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