Verse One: Tray Deee
 I'm from the city of no pity where them gangsta's at
 Dippin Lacs  flippin sacks  makin paper stack
 Ain't no rules it's just who's pushin major weight
 and just to claim your stake you gots ta gain some rate
 Checkin fools for your dues  let em see what'cha got
 Every step is for respect  you either keep it or not
 On these blocks I done dropped niggas down to size
 Ain't no question when it's flexin, who been down to ride
 Til I die, it's just that Eastside mentality
 that cause tragedy, now who ya think can handle me?
 I'm at my peak, out on these streets with heat
 Homicidal techniques and puttin niggas to sleep
 I keep busters on point so they don't get lazy
 Why you think they sayin Tray Deee's so crazy?
 [Jayo Felony] He looked up in the mirror, tell em what did you see
 [Daz] A crazy G from the LBC gettin way too crazy

 Chorus: Tray Deee

 They say Tray Deee, is a way G
 Ba-by, and I'm just too crazy
 They say Tray Deee, is a way G
 Ba-by, and I'm just too crazy
 They say Tray Deee, is a way G
 Ba-by, and I'm just too crazy
 They say Tray Deee, is a way G
 And I'm just too crazy

 Verse Two: Jayo Felony

 How dare you step on my blue suede shoes
 Nigga your crew boo-boo but you were born to lose
 See everytime I write a rhyme it's like my last fuckin time
 Now do niggas wanna sell dope or do niggas wanna drop dime?
 Bicth let me flip this brick and, get up off my dick
 All I can get from you is a motherfuckin hit
 Bitch, ?? ?? for real, fuck a cheap thrill
 cos you givin up the ass, haven't you heard crack kills
 Wanna see me gold, hell no see me flow
 C's walkin on the moon by 2004
 Want me to blast but not, cos I'll blast your spot
 They got a AK for your fuckin pepper spray
 You sackin down white gal, pow yow all day
 It's either Beach to the Bay, where the Gz play
 Motherfuck my enemigos, spray you or you spray me
 Me and my nigga Tray Deee on the C/sea, we're gettin way too crazy

 Chorus: Tray Deee

 They say Felony, is a way G
 Ba-by, he's way too crazy
 They say Felony, is a way G
 Ba-by, he's way too crazy
 They say Felony, is a way G
 Ba-by, he's way too crazy
 They say Felony, is a way G
 He's way too crazy

 Verse Three: Tray Deee, Jayo Felony

 Saggin khakis, totin Magnums wit plans for blastin (BUU BUU!!!)
 Whoever wanna chance if their hands the fastest
 Rich and get beat, no retreat, deceit
 Pullin whole cards hard, niggas playin for keeps
 Stay indiscreet, evade them weak niggas that shaky
 Don't mistake me, I stay pullin off safety
 A straight G from the heart with mine
 down to ride, and I ain't never hard to find

 Apologise to me, apologise to me
 cos you's about to meet your end, nigga that's on 4 times 10
 I'ma boy, with a straight jacket and Chucks, what the fuck
 on mine? Pickin niggas like chickens who givin it up
 I make brothers pull their pants up, never try to sag
 In presence of a real ridah, that represent the C-rag
 (From Long Beach to San Diego)
 [Daz] It's Tray Deee
 [Jayo Felony] and Jayo
 [Daz] Actin a fool and gettin way too crazy

 Chorus: Tray Deee

 They say Felony, is a way G
 Ba-by, he's way too crazy
 They say Tray Deee, is a way G
 Ba-by, he's way too crazy

 They say Felony, is a way G
 Ba-by, he's way too crazy
 They say Tray Deee, is a way G
 Ba-by, he's just too crazy

 Outro: Daz Dillinger

 Ha ha, yeah
 (He's way too crazy)
 Doin it like that everyday all day, ha ha
 (He's just too crazy)
 And y'all just don't understand this where we drop this on y'all
 (He's way too crazy)
 And we gon' continue to drop it like this til we die
 (Is a way G, ba-by, he's way too crazy)
 Tray Deee and Jayo Felony