[Tray Deee]
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Who run these streets? Love Thug Beats?
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Ruff Spoken, Guns Speak, Blood Leak
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Lug heat for the threat not protection,
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Not a question, Busta Tests I got rest 'em
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Catch 'Em Slippin, in the hood or the mall
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You ain't strapped, we can scrap, I'm good with the Doggs
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Fuck Talkin', Chuck Walkin' in my khakis
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Rag Swangin', Gang Bangin' nigga brang it at me
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Eastsider, Ruff Ryder loved by the masses
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We The Niggas holla out the set when we blastin'
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Insane 20 gang, anything killa,
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Tracy Davis, Hair Raises, Goldie Loc The Stealer
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Gang Lock Down, We Cant Stop Now,
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Get in the way of villan and Tray spray hot rounds
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Suckas chose thuggin' as a last resort, aint that a bitch?
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Here we do this shit for sport This CRIP
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[Chorus]
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We ridaz, keep the heat beside us,
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Better Not try us, Touch ya like Midas
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Ruff Rydaz, Ride with Eastsidaz,
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Bustaz bow down to crown, the Royal Highness
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Well we gonna take your raps, and gats, stacks and sacks
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Dippin with the Jags and 'Lacs
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Eastsidaz roll with Ruff Rydaz
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Try to step aside us or get right behind us
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[Styles]
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When I die, fuck a moment of silence, this is Holiday
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Gangsta rap gunnin' and havin' moments of violence
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Its an Eastsider, Ruff Ryder thing, Why you mad at me?
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Holdin on an AK, puffin' on some Cali weed
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Streets is my girl, asked her to marry me
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Yellow and Purple Ears, tryin' to see Shaq's Salary
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D-Block Gang, Ruff Ryder Mafia,
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Make Sure the bullets hit u cause i stand on top of ya
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Bounce like I'm Hydrolics (Hydrolics),
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And i got niggaz in the hood that would shoot you over nine dollars
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Asked if I'm a gang member? Fuck nah, I'm a gang leader
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Boss to the boss and I bang heaters
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And you dont wanna see my arm jerk
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Cause the work i put on your face is bound to make your mom hurt
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And this one is for my Cali niggaz
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Eastsiders, Ruff Ryders and you can die in an ally niggaz
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[Chorus]
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[Goldie Loc]
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I never write raps like a song can make me
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Trick off my money and let these bitches break me
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Cause I'm a cold piece of gold, dickies saggin in the dirt
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Sellin' my double knucks, to enhance my work
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Nigga Q keep it Pimpin, I'm 'a keep it Crippin' (Crippin')
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Me and Dip Dippin, Dogg tha Police Trippin'
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Im an Eastside Ryde or Die Nigga
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And I believe you fools are some quick to lie niggaz
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Sippin on Sans call me lil Bit
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A down to earth brother, Gang Bangin' and rappin'
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Fake Blow Joes not hoppin' Lo-Lo's
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Im tired of you bustaz and fake C-O's
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You can ask Deal Dogg,Motherfuckin' Scoop
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We Done rounded up the homies and the front line troops
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Look Cuz, This game dont give me my cheese,
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Im 'a shit down your thorat, with tricks up my sleeve
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[Chorus]
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Eastside Ryders
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| Ruff Ryders |
