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[Kokane & Dogg}]
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{They say Tray Deee is a ragy - he's way too crazy}
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[Tray
What up 'cause? You know aint different on mines
When I hit up motherfuckers that look in my eyes
It's a statement I'm makin and aint takin no backtalk
I'm blowin niggaz hats off as soon as my gat
The last thought you rappin niggaz think
Is you can never get a scratch with Tray on the beat
On the over beef you dont compete with uno - you know
The a criminal do low
'cause I'm wit it then I spit it and lit it
Niggaz timid in my vision I cause tension and
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 steady comin bullshit
A full with jewell will hit like a mule kick
A sure hit is all I'm aiming for when I
Motherfuckers hit the deck I go in the dash

[Chorus: Snoop
Now is the
This is the
To bang the khakis with the church fat lace
West is the coast, is the side
Long Beach is the where them 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
how ya figure that the game gon' wait
I home straight from the pen to take your place
Aint no chase this paper comin as I post up
And watch the victom's clock and him choppin his dough up
Fuck the his host up stripped, and roped up
Take the whole cut and he be sure
I'm ruthless I crips and bloods alike
Thug for life - come and catch the slug
mental frame feel no shame or pitty
Since the game is I gotsta bang the city
Trippin so I brang the terroristical heat
Grab strap jacket mack to reach the to peep
This is the beach now any got a rebuttal
Kobe eatin what he once he cant get the muzzle
Struggle hard for my and intend to hold it
You it? Then all invitations open

[Tray
I take seven old B's put 'em in the
Then thats seven more busta's who claim they got
And then it takes seven C's before I start to reach
Then thats 2-1 for the set now stretch out in the streets
Tray Deee never do it easy fool so dont it
Niggas get checked and they disrespected
No question I'm all you ever that you was
Till you ran the boss and now you coughin up blood
first fools curse before they kick up dust
Clip gon' bust they gonna have to pick loc up
All they talkin cause I'm chalkin districts off
this loss a purple nigga's piss me off
Conflict with my clique get your bitch ass
All my comrads bomb back it's as as fuck
2-1 till I'm done never run from the
Check the badge boy we mash on run get it worse

[Kokane & {Snoop
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