Tray Dee - On The Blocc

On The Blocc Lyrics

[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

Gun 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!)

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