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featuring Tray Deee[Tray]
Big Tray Deee up in here
Layin' fools down wit the homie TQ
I gots to do this for my bread & meat
This the only way I know how to eat
Fools don't know I'm steady on the come up
Ya know what I'm sayin'?Well I was takin' up surveylance tryin' to peep this lick
To get the layout raps so I could peal his ?flip?
This outta town nigga tryin' to pose & clock
So I popped my glock as I observed the spot
Was layin' in the cut 'til it's time to jet
7:30PM, now the sun is set
My G is in the alley, duffle bag in the trunk
Containing gloves, ski mask & my sawed off pump
Now when the shit jump, I'll be fully prepared
No time for bein' nervous, too down to be scared
About to put the plan in effect
First, I check the streets

And then I precede to creep[TQ]
1 - Promise the Lord that if you let me do one more lick
I'mma stop slangin' & get out this shit
No more indo, no more yay
But let me keep my Benz & my crib in GAI pray to the Lord that you do the same for all of my friends
I don't ever want to say this prayer again
Gotta see a million and I'm through with this
And all I'm gonna need is just one more lick[TQ]
In the morning when I wake up
Head to the bathroom, gotta shave my face up
Go pick my nigga Jay up
>From Corina house, where he always laid up
Listen up, we got a busy day
My nigga Noid say 23 birds comin' our way
And they landin' at the docks at 9 o'clock
Let's go see D-Mack at the neighborhood glock shopRepeat 1In the evening, we in the Benzo
Listenin' to 2Pac, blowin' up some indo
And my cellular is getting crossed up
I call Kellie, tell her not to wait up (wait up)
Nine o'clock on the dot, we at the dock
I got my eyes on the nigga wit the dredlocks
He the first one I'm gonna pop when the loot come out
I'm tapping Bennie so he know which on I'm talkin' about
Now shit's about to change - Nigga put ya hand up
Before you get stuck
And it's turnin' out to be a beautiful day
We got the money & the yay
Dippin' on the freewayNext day, the Narc's raid about 6 in the morning
You know, break of fuckin' dawn
Now Kellie in the courtroom cryin' when I stand up
I guess it's one prayer the Lord didn't answer, no no no noDamn
I done fucked up
25 wit a iz-L
Oh wellRepeat 1 to fade
Songwriters
MOSLEY, MICHAEL/QUAITES, TERRANCE JERMAINE/ANDERSON, THOMASPublished by
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Tq

Terrance Quaites is an American R&B singer, known professionally as TQ.

TQ was raised in the church (he sang in the choir) but his real education came from the streets, where the first wave of hip-hop music became the soundtrack to his life. "From Monday to Saturday I was hangin', partyin', chasing girls, getting in trouble, and straight-up acting the fool," he admits. "But on Sunday my mother dragged me out of bed to go to church. That's where I developed my singing voice and learned how to make people feel me."

TQ was never a thug in the true sense of the word: His hard-working parents instilled positive values in him, and didn't hesitate to set him straight when he was wrong. At 16, when his mom found a gun in his room, she sent the teenager to live with an aunt in Atlanta. In retrospect, says TQ, "sending me down South saved my life. It made me straighten up—for awhile, anyway."

These conflicting circumstances honed TQ's survival instincts and his passion for music. "The little money I had to buy records was spent on rap," he notes. "See, I really wasn't much into my generation's r&b. I listened more to the old-school soul that my parents had in the house. So my music now is more a combination of that and hard-core hip-hop."

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