Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tregram, artist - Erick Sermon.
Date of issue: 15.02.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tregram |
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!!!) |