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