[Intro: T.R.E.]
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Tre! T.R.E. nigga! Rough Drafts, Def Squad, murda nigga!
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Doc City, D.C.P.G. mu'fucker what's happenin?
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You know who yuh ramp wit? Ha ha ha ha!
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Wooooooo!!! I gotta stop smokin here I go though
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[Verse: T.R.E.]
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I'm makin heavy contributions to the crime rate
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Million dollar dreams can't explain my mindstate
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Ain't no two for fifteen man bring me mine straight
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Wipin my fingerprints clean off the 38
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When I die will I get to see the pearly gates?
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Or will I suffer, for addin to the murder rates?
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Mu'fucker I'm a true to life young gun!!!
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Can't remember all this shit that I done done!!!
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All the older niggas used to call me son son
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Let these mu'fuckers know where you come from
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I smell food in the air, and I want some
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Whoever dare try to stop me catch a dump dump
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Collapsed lung tell the ambulance please come
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Can't do shit but stick a fork in him, he's done
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Wrap him up and whoever there back him up
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Everyday I get drunk smoke a couple blunts
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Fuck y'all soft niggas that only been in trouble once
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You tryin to start sum'n, I'm a give you what you want
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You Forrest Gump ass chump ass young punks
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It's 4th down mu'fucker, and you better punt!
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I'm like whatever y'all, I give a double fuck, double glocks
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Tough to get your double bucks
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Jump out their like it's double dutch and get your butt deleted
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You succeeded in your trouble huh?
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Perceive to get your bubble bust and I'm not talkin Bubble Yum you dumb or sum'n?!
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Well is you? Nigga you must not know about the shit I've been through
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My credentials, my business ventures
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And all them residental areas where the businessmen carry pistols
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Get high during business hours and rob you in business hours
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Well did you? I know you didn't if you did we wouldn't have an issue
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My niggas official can't you tell?!
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Well can you? And did I mention fuck police and politicians!
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And all y'all bitch niggas snitchin can go to hell!
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That being said I'm on a mission for this bread
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Keep family fed If I got to shoot the head nigga then head
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TRE represent this district niggas murdaland
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All my dread partners down in St. Thomas whattup bredren?!
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Murdagram Mr. D.C. murdaland man
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Spot my target pull the hand cannon from my pants
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Cock and pop it then I drop it in my pocket
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Got 'em leanin got 'em rockin while I do the murdaman dance
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Change of plans you won't make it home tonight yo (NOPE)
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That's your ass go and walk towards the light yo (Yep)
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Weatherman said it might rain bring your coat
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You couldn't predict these bullets blazin at your ass though (Nah)
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'Cause ain't no umbrella fittin to start my gun better
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Run young fella run young fella run! (RUN!!!)
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But when I want ya I'm a come get ya
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Let the doctor undress ya blood pressure droppin now he done (Now he done)
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Got him a ray of guns Mr. blackmatic
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I'm a pro hitter 357's my battin average call the hole digger
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No nigga 'gon survive the fo' when they flip
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Wrap they ass up in white sheet and toe ribbon
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Then send him home Merry Christmas (Tre you shouldn't have)
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Don't even mention it he been knew he was gettin this
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So I don't know why he looked shocked when I showed up at his tenement
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He had his death wish man I was just 'gon fill him in
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Death was eminent an unfortunate incident
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Nobody snitches or I will be forced to kill again
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(NO IT'S HIM AGAIN!) Many many men
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Flyin out the mac milli milli mac millin ten that's a wrap!
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And this ain't just Rap City, city say your prayers
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'Cause you 'bout to be lookin like Sponge Bob's square pants
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Shoot rounds and rounds like a square dance
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Put you in the clouds with The Care Bears nigga!
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Why you cryin there there what you mean play fair?
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Take them tears, with you to hell and see if they care
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(NOBODY CARE!) 'Cause I don't give a damn I don't give a fuck!
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And as bad as that sound I don't give a fuck (Give a fuck!!!)
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Tregram
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Erick Sermon |