Erick Sermon - Tregram lyrics

[Intro: T.R.E.] Tre! T.R.E. n***a! Rough Drafts, Def Squad, murda n***a! Doc City, D.C.P.G. mu'f**er what's happenin? You know who yuh ramp wit? Ha ha ha ha! Wooooooo!!! I gotta stop smokin here I go though [Verse: T.R.E.] 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'f**er I'm a true to life young gun!!! Can't remember all this sh** that I done done!!! All the older n***as used to call me son son Let these mu'f**ers 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 sh** 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 f** y'all soft n***as that only been in trouble once You tryin to start sum'n, I'm a give you what you want You Forrest Gump a** chump a** young punks It's 4th down mu'f**er, and you better punt! I'm like whatever y'all, I give a double f**, double glocks Tough to get your double bucks Jump out their like it's double dutch and get your bu*t 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? n***a you must not know about the sh** 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 n***as official can't you tell?! Well can you? And did I mention f** police and politicians! And all y'all b**h n***as 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 n***a then head TRE represent this district n***as 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 co*k 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 a** 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 a** 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 n***a 'gon survive the fo' when they flip Wrap they a** 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 d**h wish man I was just 'gon fill him in d**h was eminent an unfortunate incident Nobody snitches or I will be forced to k** 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 n***a! 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 f**! And as bad as that sound I don't give a f** (Give a f**!!!)