[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* 

Verse Two: Squeak-Ru 

I got to bang on my enemy 
I got make sure they know, they ain't afraid of me 
So I'm gon' ride on they hood 
Leavin nuttin but obituaries til they get it understood 
You know that Squeak-Ru capped em 
I wantcha homegirl photo book to be full of em 
I'll be the gossip for ya block 
When y'all explain to each other how I creep with the Glock 
The 4-5 nigga did the damage 
I took two to da dome, so, nigga, fuck a bandage 
And all you got was a bodybag 
Accomadations to the morgue, equipped with a toe tag 
Now you know I'm a killer 
You cross my name out on the ward, it lets me know y'all remember 
Mashed on your hood and got a trophy 
If you really want revenge, nigga, come get me 

Chorus 

Verse Three: Mack 10 

This gangsta shit is a must, and plus I bust 
and puff angel dust for the headrush 
I like the way the Teks spit when I'm lit 
I feel like "Fuck the police" and "a bitch ain't shit" 
Plus I represent my curb to the fullest 
and them, so-called hogs be like track stars when I pull this 
Beat out, get the sheet out when I roam 
Cos the first fool caught slippin on my block gettin done 
So fuck a job, dogg, I jacks for my figures 
Plus I live by the trigger and I ride for my niggas 
On all-gold twisters on a front and back Caddy 
Every broad in they ghetto wish I was their baby daddy 
So which lucky ho wanna be Miss Mack 1-0 
You gotta have a gang of ass and be a dick-suckin pro 
I wanna down bitch for my bride and when we ride 
Gotta love this gangsta shit and be down for the homicide 

Chorus: 

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 x3* 

[Mack 10] Rest in peace to all the soldiers 
we lost to this gangsta shit