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

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

[Tray
What up 'cause? You aint nothin different on mines
When I hit up motherfuckers with that look in my
It's a that I'm makin and aint takin no backtalk
I'm blowin niggaz hats off as as my gat cough
The last thought you rappin should think
Is you can never get a with 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 vision I tension and thinkin
By my presence I'm a to society's hate
A true rider the mind - I pushed him outta his way
Fools petty and they ready steady with bullshit
A full clip with jewell will hit like a mule
A hit is all I'm aiming for when I blast
Motherfuckers hit the once I go in the dash

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

[Tray
Niggaz how ya figure that the gon' wait
I came home straight from the pen to take 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 up stripped, gagged and roped up
Take the whole cut and he be sure
I'm ruthless I shoot crips and alike
for life - come and catch the slug tonight
Insane mental feel no shame or pitty
Since the is shitty I gotsta bang the city
Trippin gangstas so I brang the heat
Grab strap jacket mack to the tinted to peep
This is the beach now any got a rebuttal
Kobe eatin what he speakin he cant get the muzzle
hard for my title and intend to hold it
You want it? Then all open

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

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