Crip Hop Tha Eastsidaz (Ft. Latoiya Williams)

[Chorus: Tray Deee]
I'm tired of that punk shit
Where niggas claim to done, where they from and who run shit
I bang it to the tip-top
Can't stop, won't stop, droppin gangbang hit rocks
To the last drip-drop
To the, tick tock to the blocks, niggas rip Glocks
I'm knowin that this shit hot
This your first introduction to this motherfuckin crip hop

[Verse 1: Tray Deee]
It's time to research the documents and pull some files
And put it down with this gangsta style
Cause I been seein niggas bein more aggressive now
After peace treaty meetings and the weapons down
Sport Chucks, 'member once it was Nikes and sandals
To me it's unlikely that you're sheisty and skanless
To manage this dramaticness I call my rep
Every step stay on deck keepin bustaz in check
Certified murder guide through the streets of death
Where the sleep ya slip soon as ya weakness met
From that real killer deal get ya steal and mash
Niggas have done did when the steel'll blast
Pockets filled with cash, fuck a Benz or Jag
Lookin rough in a bucket, tuckin tens and Macs
Dip roam, chip phones, flip zones of rock
Lick shots at the cops and control your block
Keep it true with the crew from the old and new
By providin 'em with guidance like your 'sposed to do
Notice who participate in all the activity
That's how we livin G, strictly killer tendencies
So death to all my enemies
And to the homies thay rest in peace, a dub bag and Hennessy
These weak niggas killin me
With their proclivity to even proclimate that they as real as me