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[Kokane & {Snoop
Oh.......Chassa-dee
{They say Tray Deee is a ragy - he's way too crazy}
the LBC

{They say Tray Deee is a ragy - he's way too crazy}
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the LB....LB
{They say Tray Deee is a baby - he's way too crazy}

[Tray
up 'cause? You know aint nothin different on mines
When I hit up motherfuckers that look in my eyes
It's a statement that I'm makin and takin no backtalk
I'm niggaz hats off as soon as my gat cough
The last thought you rappin should think
Is you can never get a scratch Tray Deee on the beat
On the streets over you dont compete with uno - you know
The a criminal do low
Admit I'm wit it then I spit it and lit it
Niggaz timid in my I cause tension and thinkin
By my presence I'm a to society's hate
A true rider with the - I pushed him outta his way
Fools petty and they ready comin with bullshit
A full clip with jewell hit like a mule kick
A sure hit is all I'm aiming for I blast
Motherfuckers hit the deck once I go in the

[Chorus: Dogg]
Now is the
This is the
To bang back the khakis the church fat lace
West is the coast, east is the
Beach is the city where them gangstas ride
Money power, power brings respect
Disrespect the set I gotsta the tech
This is how it goes and how it's done
2-1 in the land of the fun

[Tray
how ya figure that the game gon' wait
I home straight from the pen to take your place
no chase this paper comin soon as I post up
And the victom's clock and catch him choppin his dough up
Fuck the his host up stripped, gagged and up
Take the whole cut and he be negotiative
I'm ruthless I shoot crips and bloods
Thug for life - and catch the slug tonight
mental frame feel no shame or pitty
Since the game is shitty I gotsta the city
Trippin gangstas so I brang the heat
Grab jacket mack to reach the tinted to peep
This is the now any nigga got a rebuttal
Kobe eatin he speakin once he cant get the muzzle
Struggle hard for my and intend to hold it
You want it? Then all open

[Tray
I seven old B's put 'em in the street
Then thats more busta's who claim they got heat
And then it takes seven more C's I start to reach
Then thats 2-1 for the set now lets stretch out in the
Tray Deee never do it easy fool so expect it
Niggas get checked and they sets
No question I'm all you ever thought you was
Till you ran across the boss and now you up blood
Shoot fools curse before they kick up dust
Clip gon' bust then they gonna to pick loc up
All they talkin I'm chalkin whole districts off
Since this a purple nigga's piss me off
Conflict my clique get your bitch ass touched
All my comrads bomb back it's as sick as
2-1 till I'm done never run the turf
Check the badge boy we mash on run get it worse

[Kokane & {Snoop
[Kokane until the end]
{They say Tray Deee is a ragy - he's way too crazy}
{They say Tray Deee is a ragy - he's way too crazy}
{They say Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy}
say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy}