*(Dru Down talking)*
Yeah!
This DD pimp playa OG
Dru Down, drawin down on
bustas like yoself!
You ain't got no mo crew, sucka.
You'se a, punk, nigga.
Chorus 2x *(Dru Down)*
Mista Busta.
Mista Busta.
since you retired from
this rap shit you think
it's over?
Didn't want to
retaliate, but ya made
me!
Now I'm goin crazy!
[ Dru Down ]
Ok now pumpkin heads
is what I give you when
you run up against that
cap-a-lot
still killa
double, theeese nuts is bigga!
Picture if I
done you like that
talkin behind yo damn back
you dirty, dirty
rat-tat-tat
I'm puttin 'em in ya like I wanna
you'se a gonna
and after that I'm at yo
woman's house and I'ma
bone her
Sonya?
Is that, that bitch name?
It doesn't matter she
likes them faulty flossy
niggas anyways
what a way
to go out
and show out
in front of some niggas that
got yo ass spooked
like one of my hoes
ain't known before
you fake ass nigga
I'm sayin real pimpin here thou
I see through you like glass
won't you kiss my narrow ass
matter fact
Where the mutha fuckin
mack in you black?
Never see you on the track
plus I hear you still smokin crack
betta stay where you at
cuz it the Town you fucked
lollipop sucka!
Mista, busta!
*(Chorus)* 2x
[ Dru Down ]
You showed no love
so of course mutha fucka
ain't no love nigga
even though you outta
the game I'm bringin it
to you mayne
I hope you feel the
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Pain!
Never cross tracks wit
railroad tracks
something I can cross back
I, discovered
that you was a
inpredictable
egotistical
someone who thought his
ass was unforgetable
soft like imperial
pancake butta mutha fucka
still small time shittin punks
should put you wit your
tapes in the trunk
at Puemont High
was sellin tapes for 5
sold two was coo
hit a couple of corners on the dime
"Krush groovin
Body movin"
shoulda left me alone,
but now it's on
next I'm to the dome
Blow!
Watch me use his punk title
"Cocktail" his whole studio
make sho there's no survivors
I'ma
stay real
change for no one
Oakland is my city
and Oakland is where
my loved ones get some
nigga.
*(Chorus)* 2x
[ Dru Down ]
This fo retaliation on
the monkey tryin to talk
about me
an folks on that tape and
escape, too late
high blood pressure Dru Down
about to draw on that curved dome
need to be
put infront of the whole
Oakland fire squad
let 'em start lettin loose
I bet then I'll hear your
ass screamin truce
bad news
got lil kids and old
folks talkin bout,
"Hey Dru!
You mean to tell me you
ain't down wit TOO $HORT
now?"
Never been
that's why I keeps
breezy in the wind
lookin for infiltraitors
now these other bustas
wanna know bout us
PARAPHANALIA MOBBSTAS
Oakland imposter
born no, raised a lil baby
that's like you catch it
think it
get rid of the fuckin scavis
shady
shoulda boot ya from the get-go
especially at the Summer
Jam when you ain't throw
a damn blow
non-shot calla
Oops!
???
Don't be the only one laughin
ain't no damn hits, fa real?
But I'ma fix that like yo grill.
*(Chorus)* 2x
[ Dru Down ]
Mista Busta.
Nigga ain't got away wit nothin!
Bitch made mutha fucka.
Haha!
Fake ass nigga! |