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Verse One: Tray Deee
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I'm from the city of no pity where them gangsta's at
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Dippin Lacs, flippin sacks, makin paper stack
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Ain't no rules it's just who's pushin major weight
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and just to claim your stake you gots ta gain some rate
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Checkin fools for your dues, let em see what'cha got
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Every step is for respect, you either keep it or not
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On these blocks I done dropped niggas down to size
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Ain't no question when it's flexin, who been down to ride
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Til I die, it's just that Eastside mentality
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that cause tragedy, now who ya think can handle me?
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I'm at my peak, out on these streets with heat
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Homicidal techniques and puttin niggas to sleep
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I keep busters on point so they don't get lazy
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Why you think they sayin Tray Deee's so crazy?
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[Jayo Felony] He looked up in the mirror, tell em what did you see
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[Daz] A crazy G from the LBC gettin way too crazy
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Chorus: Tray Deee
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They say Tray Deee, is a way G
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Ba-by, and I'm just too crazy
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They say Tray Deee, is a way G
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Ba-by, and I'm just too crazy
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They say Tray Deee, is a way G
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Ba-by, and I'm just too crazy
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They say Tray Deee, is a way G
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And I'm just too crazy
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Verse Two: Jayo Felony
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How dare you step on my blue suede shoes
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Nigga your crew boo-boo but you were born to lose
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See everytime I write a rhyme it's like my last fuckin time
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Now do niggas wanna sell dope or do niggas wanna drop dime?
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Bicth let me flip this brick and, get up off my dick
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All I can get from you is a motherfuckin hit
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Bitch, ?? ?? for real, fuck a cheap thrill
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cos you givin up the ass, haven't you heard crack kills
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Wanna see me gold, hell no see me flow
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C's walkin on the moon by 2004
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Want me to blast but not, cos I'll blast your spot
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They got a AK for your fuckin pepper spray
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You sackin down white gal, pow yow all day
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It's either Beach to the Bay, where the Gz play
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Motherfuck my enemigos, spray you or you spray me
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Me and my nigga Tray Deee on the C/sea, we're gettin way too crazy
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Chorus: Tray Deee
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They say Felony, is a way G
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Ba-by, he's way too crazy
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They say Felony, is a way G
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Ba-by, he's way too crazy
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They say Felony, is a way G
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Ba-by, he's way too crazy
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They say Felony, is a way G
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He's way too crazy
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Verse Three: Tray Deee, Jayo Felony
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Saggin khakis, totin Magnums wit plans for blastin (BUU BUU!!!)
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Whoever wanna chance if their hands the fastest
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Rich and get beat, no retreat, deceit
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Pullin whole cards hard, niggas playin for keeps
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Stay indiscreet, evade them weak niggas that shaky
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Don't mistake me, I stay pullin off safety
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A straight G from the heart with mine
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down to ride, and I ain't never hard to find
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Apologise to me, apologise to me
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cos you's about to meet your end, nigga that's on 4 times 10
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I'ma boy, with a straight jacket and Chucks, what the fuck
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on mine? Pickin niggas like chickens who givin it up
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I make brothers pull their pants up, never try to sag
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In presence of a real ridah, that represent the C-rag
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(From Long Beach to San Diego)
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[Daz] It's Tray Deee
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[Jayo Felony] and Jayo
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[Daz] Actin a fool and gettin way too crazy
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Chorus: Tray Deee
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They say Felony, is a way G
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Ba-by, he's way too crazy
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They say Tray Deee, is a way G
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Ba-by, he's way too crazy
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They say Felony, is a way G
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Ba-by, he's way too crazy
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They say Tray Deee, is a way G
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Ba-by, he's just too crazy
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Outro: Daz Dillinger
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Ha ha, yeah
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(He's way too crazy)
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Doin it like that everyday all day, ha ha
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(He's just too crazy)
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And y'all just don't understand this where we drop this on y'all
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(He's way too crazy)
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And we gon' continue to drop it like this til we die
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(Is a way G, ba-by, he's way too crazy)
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Tray Deee and Jayo Felony
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Way Too Crazy
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| Daz Dillinger |
