Don’t Mess
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The moral of the story is
Don't mess around and get your ass stomped
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Boo-Yaa funk it up
Don't mess with
Boo-Yaa funk it up
Don't mess with
Boo-Yaa funk it up
Don't mess with
Boooo-Yaa!
Don't mess with a riot
When prisoners are in motion
How politicians figure they had the potion
But I'm the witch doctor, I came to rock ya
(And if it don't work?) Then I'm gonna sock ya
Don't need violence, but violence is here
Listen up close and put on a riot gear
'Cause Boo-Yaa Tribe is coming up hard
(What you think about the posse?) I bury them in the graveyard
I'm the rap criminal, coming from a limo
Every lyric I say, I write it down on my memo
The empty echo man, my AK they ban
Me and you one on one, guess the real still stands
I never dirty my bag, I never ever get jacked
On stage (Because he carries a gat)
Four-fours large, I got a big body guard
The rap mafia, Godfather, Rock-T's in charge
You don't mess with that Boo-Yaa funk
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Boo-Yaa funk it up
Don't mess with
Boo-Yaa funk it up
Don't mess with
Boo-Yaa funk it up
Don't mess with
Boooo-Yaa!
Yeah
Man, that's the real shit
Yo, Lo, pass me that second clip, homeboy
I can do this
Tell them what we about
Don't mess with a dope dealer
Making transaction
'Cause making money is their satisfaction
Selling drugs is the way to survive
Smoking drugs is the way they die
So who's the main killer, the pusher or the user?
You figured it out, I'm not here to accuse ya
'Cause I'm a dope dealer
Slanging records, making records
Breaking records, setting records
So now you know what time it is
You don't mess with this stuff, you can't hang with this
I'm a pusher killer, never to be followed
(To all your posses) When eighty-seven with the beer bottle
So hide your figure, the real behind the trigger
Huh, you try to run, I hunt ya like a ninja
'Cause I'm so quick (How quick?) Like lightning
To MC's, the real is so frightening
They keep asking me (Really, what you writing?)
A letter to the posse, we're coming in fighting
So like a dope dealer would say
You're short-stopping because the monkey sprayed with the AK
You don't mess, homeboy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Boo-Yaa funk it up
Don't mess with
Boo-Yaa funk it up
Don't mess with
Boo-Yaa funk it up
Don't mess with
Boooo-Yaa!
You think they're ready for the last one?
Bring on that clip, homeboy
Give it to them anyway
Don't mess with the brothers in black when your ass get tapped
By Boo-Yaa Tribe, the mafia of rap
Like our last (Pla-ay), never been delayed
Commit a crime on stage and still get paid
Making dollar to holler, your posse still follow
The Tribe get bigger, your posse get smaller
Your lyrics are scratched, your record is dubbed
You ask, "What's that funk hyping up the club?"
Boo-Yaa funking it up
Then you turn to your lady and you say it again
Boo-Yaa funking it up
Yeah
Don't mess with a bullet when the trigger is pulled
You don't mess with the Tribe when we act the fool
The Godfather Rock-T, once he start snapping
O-M-B on the bass, he start slapping
Real start rapping, my Tribe start capping
Your posse blaze it up, I say, "Yo, what happened?"
Now they got me in a cell, but they fail
I still got E-K-A and I'm near raising hell
Put down my mic, I got L.A.'s best
Most Wanted stays rated, taking over the West
Always been locs since the day we was born
We peel your cap like a monkey peels an orange
Tear your ass up with my lyrics of death
Put down my mic in case you run out of breath
Roll your ass up and tell you to leave
Like the last record company who didn't believe
But that's okay because the going gets tough
You don't mess with this stuff
So how you like us now?
How you like us now?
Homeboy
Don't mess around and get your ass stomped
They gonna funk to this, they have to
I'm gonna only tell you once
You don't mess with Boo-Yaa Tribe
Don't mess around and get your ass stomped
Don't mess around and get your ass stomped
Don't mess around and get your ass stomped
Don't mess around and get your ass stomped