Intro
Yo, what's the word?
You know listening to the New World Aura
Imma let my man Tre rip the mic, he's the dude
Making all these beats, he's bout to bang it out
Check it..
VERSE ONE: Tre Eiht Special
I thought selling sour diesel will get me out the recession
But all that did was unravel my evil and aggression
That I hid from the public and expressed thru the
Pen and paper-now what I kick'll have you shocked like
Defibrillators-n***as love to watch me chill like
Refrigerators, my day consists of flippin' cakes then
We Split the paper, bullsh** to the jakes skate hit-
A vaporizer, never have I plagiarized a sentence to
Escape the fire my hood'll provide ya, but
Lemme continue, no matter the venue
Cats is part of the menu, let's not pretend to
Know what Tre-done been through, and to
Keep it real, I'd hate to offend you but
If you tryna act like some s**er a** n***a
I'll pound ya dogs out like Kurupt and Dash n***a
I stay stashing cash after dabs of hash
So every night I lose half sit back and laugh
Smoke and pa**, n***as wanna chief of my reefer
My physique feeds the feds a perspective that's misled
Assuming I got the hammer or my grammar is poor
Fall back-before I have yo back fall to the floor
Then again, saying sh** like that ain't really helping
IN a world where cats is, moving funnier than gelatin
Already been through hell and back, runnin' off Adrenalin
The pigs give n***as, went from sellin' bars to spittin' em
(Marv)
My n***a Tre
Yo Homie, lemme get that mic yo, I gotta spit some sh**
That hyped me up, word, check it check it