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big tray deee – the final outcome lyrics

[tray deee]
from the womb to the tomb, we presume to lose
clueless and doomed like we’re useless fools
refused and deceived from the focused outlook
we’re choosing to be another hopeless young crook
this game ain’t made to be played for sport
some full-time mothers giving lames support
when your name’s in court and your change is short
you will cease from still standing when them chains is off
and the lights is out, and your life’s in doubt
sooner than later will you pay the price for clout
if you’re built to last, you can get your cash
but if you’re sleeping bad, then they’re gon’ twist you fast
the closest homies to you be the first to plot
they’ll mash up, mask up and serve your spot
i heard it’s not safe to even have your friend
then watch your back cause that’s where they’ll stab you in

[hook]
when i get down, i play for keeps
you wanna make it hot, then i bring the heat
you wanna be a thug, best to bang the streets
you wanna be a baller, better stay discreet
it ain’t no love in the city i’m from
weak lil’ bustas, we don’t pity ’em none
everybody guilty, ain’t no winners and ones
therefore/death before success’s the final outcome

[goldie loc]
f-ck a suit, give me some stacy adams and khakis
with a .9 17 shot, n-gga, so come and jack me
try to see me, loc and get smoked, fool, i’m no joke
quick to leave your pockets naked and your back broke
need to get used to it, don’t think i won’t do it
run from this n-gga off and bomb in fluid
i’ll have your mama at the funeral crying b-tt bone naked
got caught up in some gangsta sh-t and cuz couldn’t shake it
i tried to tell him once, i had to tell him twice
lil goldie loc, the dogghouse ain’t nothing nice
tray deee, og, these n-ggas barking up the wrong tree
knew from day one they couldn’t f-ck with the lil g
i’ve never been a busta, i’ve been a crip all my life and i f-ck with the hustlas
talk sh-t, get dealt with real quick
n-gga, this the eastside rolling 20 crip
yeah and i love gang banging
never been a p-ssy; b-tch n-gga, don’t you see these nuts hanging? for real

[tray deee]
i was never told life would be that easy
so i didn’t seek another hand to feed me
i did the d-mn thing with my gang or solo
living it with principles, the things i go for
cause ain’t n0body playing fairly no more
so i keep a grip on my chips and .44
everybody’s trying to gain ranking stripes
infatuated by the daily gangsta life
heavy metal, chevy pedals, let it settle the heat
broad daylight or late night to catch him asleep
staying on the mission til the mission’s complete
it’s all out, n-gga, til we finish the beef
i’ve been committed from the minute i got in it, i’m in it
spending grip and dipping sticks, getting sentenced to prison
yet i don’t regret a second of my reckless past
i learned the lessons you could never catch in cl-ss

[hook]

- big tray deee lyrics

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