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Hey all you headbangers! Are you ready to party?! Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. is pickin up metal! (Bang) Bang your head to this Bang your head Bang-bang your head to this [VERSE 1: Ganxsta R?dd] And get hit by the metal fist Another metaphor straight from my murder list I can do this, get up and school this Those who pick up metal but don't know how to use it I the Ganxsta have a full Glock Since the last time they all got shot So now you know that metal is requested That's the way the streets select it So 24/7 we're pickin up metal That's how we settle our problems in the ghetto ???? why does a brother Pick up metal to kill another Why is that? I don't know But I think I have the answer Letras de cancionesTurn up the bass and let them all be dancers Bang your head Bang-bang your head to this! [VERSE 2: Ganxsta R?dd] Part 2 of a death wish MC's get served on the metal dish And that wish has already came true Cause the Ganxsta already played the role of a fool And I straight go looney When a buster with metal step to me O grabs the bass and thumps Busters duck the funk, what's the last? Riot Pump The new stage was a 12-gauge ??? to the cage Made you say: it ain't like the old days When we just go head up The new days everyboody's givin metal up And you wonder: is it metal or thunder? It's the sounds of down under And it's not undercover, it's straight up underground The sound of our guitar, heavy The bass gets no heavier Louder, and it's like gun powder One strike with metal it's a death every hour That's why I don't by time, I know what time it is Bang your head to this Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. is pickin up metal! We're pickin up metal [VERSE 3: Ganxsta R?dd] Bang your head to this! Take the handcuffs off my wrist So I can bust my shit Pass me my locs cause I'm finna get yoked Anyone who stands in the way will get smoked Cause all we need is your eyes to focus On Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. who's the locest Is this what you want, to see what ghetto Can pick up the heaviest metal? We give you mo', comin from the backdo' Another warrior ready for war Heavier than metal, but metal ain't heavy Cause the hit squad works out with plenty Full-metal jacket, just moved up a bracket Re-load the .45 so we can stack it All of a sudden you're stuck like a truck You can't get it up and you're slow like fuck What a shame, try to play the metal game Revenge is for giants, it's a soldier thing Straight up, from the hardest ghetto Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. is pickin up metal! We're pickin up metal Bang your head Bang-bang your head to this! [VERSE 4: Ganxsta R?dd] Metallica? Think so? Bubble gum They couldn't understand the 808 kick drum Melodic, not idiotic Our music makes sense, right? (Yeeaaahh) Got it Check it out, acid, I never had none But if I took some y'all know the outcome Clack-clack-clack, everybody stand back Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.'s in the house and we're ready with the metal track King Roscoe the full-metal jacket I have fire lyrics cause I have it packin So let's bail and pack the trunk With the heavy metal guitar and the bass who funks For all you heavy metallers Funky beat peddlers, listen to the editors Like fire in the kettle I bring the heat if it's metal with a scorn to settle This is your opportunity to go for yours Draw for your metal and hit the floor Cause it's time for war in the ghetto Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. is pickin up metal Bang your head to this Bang your head Bang-bang your head to this This jam is like [played backwards] You gotta bang your head to this! Ha-ha-ha-ha... Time is tickin, the world's gone bad You ain't with it, you better step back Feel the wrath of the Ganxsta R?dd From Letras Mania