featuring Jayo Felony Daz Dillinger
Verse One: Tray Deee
I'm from the city of no pity where them gangsta's at
Dippin Lacs flippin sacks makin paper stack
Ain't no rules it's just who's pushin major weight
and just to claim your stake you gots ta gain some rate
Checkin fools for your dues let em see what'cha got
Every step is for respect you either keep it or not
On these blocks I done dropped niggas down to size
Ain't no question when it's flexin, who been down to ride
Til I die, it's just that Eastside mentality
that cause tragedy, now who ya think can handle me?
I'm at my peak, out on these streets with heat
Homicidal techniques and puttin niggas to sleep
I keep busters on point so they don't get lazy
Why you think they sayin Tray Deee's so crazy?
[Jayo Felony] He looked up in the mirror, tell em what did you see
[Daz] A crazy G from the LBC gettin way too crazy
Chorus: Tray Deee
They say Tray Deee, is a way G
Ba-by, and I'm just too crazy
They say Tray Deee, is a way G
Ba-by, and I'm just too crazy
They say Tray Deee, is a way G
Ba-by, and I'm just too crazy
They say Tray Deee, is a way G
And I'm just too crazy
Verse Two: Jayo Felony
How dare you step on my blue suede shoes
Nigga your crew boo-boo but you were born to lose
See everytime I write a rhyme it's like my last fuckin time
Now do niggas wanna sell dope or do niggas wanna drop dime?
Bicth let me flip this brick and, get up off my dick
All I can get from you is a motherfuckin hit
Bitch, ?? ?? for real, fuck a cheap thrill
cos you givin up the ass, haven't you heard crack kills
Wan
