text: Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh
  Fuck that, I preach it, my nine reaches
  The prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie shit
  Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches
  Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers, shouldnt have it
  So I grab it, never run, the outcome, is usually
  A beat down brutally, fuck who you be, or where you from
  West or East coast, squeeze toast, leave most
  In the blood they layin in, ask Tray and them
  Oh shit, I suppose its, time to go snitch
  Flip a line and get the show lit
  You clown niggas hold it
  Down your flow lax, just so you know that
  We could battle for days like old cats
  Black, you dealin with a throw back
  Winnin like straight jacks, with a wide range of rhyme teams
  My lyrics they bang like migraines
  Nigga my names, Tray the terrible
  Philadelph, wild child incredible
  Too sick for medical attention , people listen
  Its verbal ascension, like Maxwell many dimensions
  Flood over tracks, well, mics in critical condition
  Killin ya Maxell, unveil lyrical skills unknown
  For my peoples with illegal cell phones
  A real MC lets bring it back home
  Live from the two-one-five, that lost a back bone
  In charge, and heavily armed like Brett Favre
  You for saw it, nigga stay down
  Biggie make them hit the floor face down
  What, what, what
  The rings and things you sing about, bring em out
  Its hard to yell, when the bar-rels in your mouth
  Its more than I expected, I thought ya jewels was rented
  But they wasnt, so run it, cousin
  I could chill, the heat doesnt, ran up in your shell about a dozen
  You never seen bank like, Frank White, ya hand clutchin
  Ya chest plate, contemplates, you bout to die nigga wait
  Keep yo hands high
  If you dont wanna die, keep yo hands high
  Aint no right or wrong in this game called survive
  So you know, its Tray and B-I, G, schemin on your cream
  Why try, keep yo hands high
  You dont wanna die, keep yo hands high
  Aint no right or wrong in this game called survive
  So you know, its Tray and B-I, G, schemin on your cream
  Why try, keep yo hands high
  (High high, high high, high high, high high
  High high, high high, high high)
  Ayo, its showtime, so Ima blow nines, into your spine
  Til whats yours is mines, you know what this is
  Bag the Benjamins with all ya riches
  How quickly, the milli turns Willies to bitches
  Controllin your fate, a hole in your plate
  Fuck the show dates, I want the whole state
  The squads harassin, all of yall niggas who flashin
  We doin this the Tray Lee way
  Delay, then nigga we spray
  No ignoring us, me and Notorious
  Uhh, uhh
  I got a new mouth to feed, Im due south with keys
  Yall pick seeds out yall weed, I watch cowards bleed
  Motherfucker please, its my block, with my rocks
  Fuck that hip-hop, them one-twos, and ya dont stops
  Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cease advance
  Bought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plants
  From Branson, now we lampin, twelve room mansion
  Bitches get naked off Get Money, Players Anthem
  Dont forget, One More Chance and, my other hits
  Other shit, niggas spit be counterfeit
  Robbery come naturally, in and out like fuckin rapidly
  Pass the gat to me
  Make his chest rest, where his back should be
  Talkin blasphemy, blastin me, your family, rest in coffins often
  Frank Wizza, far from soft or fragilla
  Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dope dealer
  Slash gorilla, slash illest turned iller
  So nigga keep ya hands high
  Run all your so-called possessions, links with baguettes in
  Keys to your Lex, for us to make your shorties dressed in
  A full jack maneuver, dont nobody move, just the moolah
  Its RNF and Junior, M.A.F., runnin through ya like Kahlua
  If rum sung then you fly, niggas with the 45
  But true lies, you brought out the real nigga in me
  Now Ima cock the semi, watch you strip like Demi
  If you dont wanna die, keep yo hands high
  Aint no right or wrong in this game called survive
  So you know its Tray and B-I, G, schemin on your cream
  Why try, keep yo hands high
  You dont wanna die, keep yo hands high
  Aint no right or wrong in this game called survive
  So you know its Tray and B-I, G, schemin on your cream
  Why try, keep yo hands high
  High high, high high, high high, high high
  High high, high high, high high
  If you dont wanna die, keep yo hands high....
  If you dont wanna die, keep yo hands high....
  If you dont wanna die, keep yo hands high...
  If you dont wanna die, keep yo hands high...
  If you dont wanna die, keep yo hands high...