Tregram - Erick Sermon, T.R.E.

Tre!

T.R.E.

nigga!

Rough Drafts, Def Squad, murda nigga!

Doc City, D.C.P.G.

mu’fucker what’s happenin?

You know who yuh ramp wit?

Ha ha ha ha!

Wooooooo!!!

I gotta stop smokin here I go though

I’m makin heavy contributions to the crime rate

Million dollar dreams can’t explain my mindstate

Ain’t no two for fifteen man bring me mine straight

Wipin my fingerprints clean off the 38

When I die will I get to see the pearly gates?

Or will I suffer, for addin to the murder rates?

Mu’fucker I’m a true to life young gun!!!

Can’t remember all this shit that I done done!!!

All the older niggas used to call me son son

Let these mu’fuckers know where you come from

I smell food in the air, and I want some

Whoever dare try to stop me catch a dump dump

Collapsed lung tell the ambulance please come

Can’t do shit but stick a fork in him, he’s done

Wrap him up and whoever there back him up

Everyday I get drunk smoke a couple blunts

Fuck y’all soft niggas that only been in trouble once

You tryin to start sum’n, I’m a give you what you want

You Forrest Gump ass chump ass young punks

It’s 4th down mu’fucker, and you better punt!

I’m like whatever y’all, I give a double fuck, double glocks

Tough to get your double bucks

Jump out their like it’s double dutch and get your butt deleted

You succeeded in your trouble huh?

Perceive to get your bubble bust and I’m not talkin Bubble Yum you dumb or

sum’n?!

Well is you?

Nigga you must not know about the shit I’ve been through

My credentials, my business ventures

And all them residental areas where the businessmen carry pistols

Get high during business hours and rob you in business hours

Well did you?

I know you didn’t if you did we wouldn’t have an issue

My niggas official can’t you tell?!

Well can you?

And did I mention fuck police and politicians!

And all y’all bitch niggas snitchin can go to hell!

That being said I’m on a mission for this bread

Keep family fed If I got to shoot the head nigga then head

TRE represent this district niggas murdaland

All my dread partners down in St. Thomas whattup bredren?!

Murdagram Mr. D.C. murdaland man

Spot my target pull the hand cannon from my pants

Cock and pop it then I drop it in my pocket

Got 'em leanin got 'em rockin while I do the murdaman dance

Change of plans you won’t make it home tonight yo (NOPE)

That’s your ass go and walk towards the light yo (Yep)

Weatherman said it might rain bring your coat

You couldn’t predict these bullets blazin at your ass though (Nah)

'Cause ain’t no umbrella fittin to start my gun better

Run young fella run young fella run!

(RUN!!!)

But when I want ya I’m a come get ya

Let the doctor undress ya blood pressure droppin now he done (Now he done)

Got him a ray of guns Mr. blackmatic

I’m a pro hitter 357's my battin average call the hole digger

No nigga 'gon survive the fo' when they flip

Wrap they ass up in white sheet and toe ribbon

Then send him home Merry Christmas (Tre you shouldn’t have)

Don’t even mention it he been knew he was gettin this

So I don’t know why he looked shocked when I showed up at his tenement

He had his death wish man I was just 'gon fill him in

Death was eminent an unfortunate incident

Nobody snitches or I will be forced to kill again

(NO IT’S HIM AGAIN!) Many many men

Flyin out the mac milli milli mac millin ten that’s a wrap!

And this ain’t just Rap City, city say your prayers

'Cause you 'bout to be lookin like Sponge Bob’s square pants

Shoot rounds and rounds like a square dance

Put you in the clouds with The Care Bears nigga!

Why you cryin there there what you mean play fair?

Take them tears, with you to hell and see if they care

(NOBODY CARE!) 'Cause I don’t give a damn I don’t give a fuck!

And as bad as that sound I don’t give a fuck (Give a fuck!!!)