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Dru Down - Mista Busta lyrics
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 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 |
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