[Tray Deee]
Yeah again, another group collaboration

Verse One: Tray Deee

From the second I get dressed to get to steepin I'm on one
Fillin up the 4-4 if pop-po want some
I ain't runnin from a motherfucker
Dust a sucker off if he soft then fuck him if he suffer
Another One Bites The Dust like the song say
Bust em in the wrong way, caught up in the gunplay
One day, some say, we all gon' die
Human lives to my eyes, take a size and bye
You're on your own, give em all and go explode
It's a cold that aroze when you chose your clothes
Blue or red, who will care if we all was rich?
Ballin tills, haulin chickens, flossin grips
I give a damn bout the next fool, my Tek rule
Ol' school nigga bout to take it to the next school
This gangsta shit is like drugs, runnin with thugs
Puttin slugs in your motherfuckin mug

Chorus: Squeak-Ru, (Tray Deee)

This gangsta shit is like a drug, (I got to ride)
and live for the hood to show my love
*repeat*
(*singing*)
This gangsta shit is like a motherfuckin gangsta drug
Crips and Bloods, ooooh
*repeat*