[Intro: Big Tray Deee]
Being a lyricist
Who holds the title and respect of an OG
It is imperative that I impress this Crip-Hop upon the masses
(Talk to 'em!)
*scratching* (Did it my way!)
*scratching* (My way!)
Shouts out to Nat Powers!
Let's go!
*scratching* (Down the block!)
*scratching* (Hit the blunt then I'm gone!)
*scratching* (Did it my way!)
*scratching* (My way!)
*scratching* (Down the block!)
*scratching* (Hit the blunt then I'm gone!)
[Verse 1: Big Tray Deee]
Am I wrong hittin' corners, on 'tonas I floss
Gangbang general, a nigga known as a boss
Not fictitious like that nigga that you know him as Ross
Shine brighter as a rider walkin' over the sauce
Platinum status, platinum chains, platinum watches and rings
In the ghettos where a gangsta keeps the Glock if he bang
Ordered the clap, the life I live is more than just rap
Recorded as facts, and murdered for the sport of the act
Cali's the state, respected niggas carrying weight
Serious dope, where most you niggas barely get cake
It's a mistake, to think you can get to my rank
Never been fake, the first to start some shit in the tank
Fuck the police, I'm duckin' them and tuckin' the heat
Bustin' if need, that ass nigga, fuckin' with me
Fuck a degree, my pedigree is cut from the streets
Lovin' the beef, and fuckin' with the roughest of Gs
[Hook (2x): Big Tray Deee]
On the Blocc!
*scratching* (Did it my way!)
Cali's the state, respected niggas carrying weight
*scratching* (My way!)
On the Blocc!
*scratching* (Down the block!)
Fear and respect, it's obvious I clearly expect
*scratching* (Hit the blunt then I'm gone!)
[Verse 2: Big Tray Dee]
Started back when it was khaki suits and Stacys and brims
Gettin' credit, you can bet I'm why the gangstas is in
Shakin' off ten, to hit you niggas straight from the pen
All you fabricatin' rappers, now your fables can end
You exposed from the moment that you enter my zone
From the land of bandannas where the criminals roam
Tracy Davis, head raider, I'm the militant's own
Bet Barack Obama even know The General's home
Sentence atoned, nigga I gets busy as Bone
Quick as "It's on", clip is gettin' slipped in the chrome
Snitches get domed, don't ask to keep they distance alone
Murderous jones, as soon as my pistol is shown
Playin' for keeps, since I made my name as a G
I stay with the heat, you'll never see the day I'ma sleep
Tray is in deep, been bangin' everyday on the streets
Manglin' beats, and can't a nigga say that I'm weak
[Hook (2x): Big Tray Deee]
[Verse 3: Big Tray Dee]
Known as the type to blow the mic into pieces and bits
Since my inception, ain't no question, been releasin' the hits
Chief of the Crips, my opposition cease to exist
You can catch me and my niggas creepin' deep in the trench
Fear and respect, it's obvious I clearly expect
If any give less, I'm comin' with them semis and techs
Here in the flesh, my rep for reckless killas is set
Niggas get checked, test me, better get in ya vest
Try if you wish, and watch how I come ridin' equipped
Violence is swift, on niggas who vagina with this
I'm real as it gets, the gangsta code is still is my script
Menacin' victs, and spittin' til I finish the clip
Hard as they come, an artist known for drawin' them guns
Ballin' with funds, and still call dogs in the slums
G if it's known, bangin' and I'm keepin' that chrome
Speak to me wrong, a nigga better reach cause it's on!
[Hook (2x): Big Tray Deee]
[Outro: Big Tray Dee]
Gs up to all the riders...
On the Blocc!
*scratching* (Did it my way!)
*scratching* (My way!)
*scratching* (Down the block!)
*scratching* (Hit the blunt then I'm gone!)
