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