Nat Powers - 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 ma**es (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 n***a known as a boss Not fictitious like that n***a 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 n***as carrying weight Serious dope, where most you n***as barely get cake It's a mistake, to think you can get to my rank Never been fake, the first to start some sh** in the tank f** the police, I'm duckin' them and tuckin' the heat Bustin' if need, that a** n***a, f**in' with me f** a degree, my pedigree is cut from the streets Lovin' the beef, and f**in' with the roughest of Gs [Hook (2x): Big Tray Deee] On the Blocc! *scratching* (Did it my way!) Cali's the state, respected n***as 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 n***as 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, n***a 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 n***a 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 n***as 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 k**as is set n***as get checked, test me, better get in ya vest Try if you wish, and watch how I come ridin' equipped Violence is swift, on n***as 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 n***a 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!)