Yeah
This DD pimp playa OG Dru Down, drawin down on bustas like yourself
You ain't got no more crew, s**er
You's a punk, n***a
Mista Busta
Mista Busta
Since you retired from this rap sh** you think it's over?
Didn't want to retaliate, but you made me
Now I'm goin' crazy
OK now pumpkin heads
Is what I give you when you run up against that cap-a-lot serial k**er
Double Ds' nuts is bigger
Picture if I done you like that
Talkin' behind your damn back
You dirty, dirty rat-tat-tat
I'm puttin' 'em in you like I wanna
You's a gonna
And after that I'm at your woman house and I'ma bone her
Sonya?
Is that, that b**h's name?
It doesn't matter she likes them faulty flossy n***as anyways
What a way to go out and show out
In front of some n***as that got yo a** spooked
Like one of my hoes ain't known before
You fake a** n***a
I'm sayin' real pimpin' here though
I see through you like gla**
Won't you kiss my narrow a**
Matter of fact
Where the mutha f**in' mack in you black?
Never see you on the track
Plus I hear you still smokin' crack
Betta stay where you at
'Cause it the Town you f**ed
Lollipop s**er
Mister buster
Mista Busta
Mista Busta
Since you retired from this rap sh** you think it's over?
Didn't want to retaliate, but you made me
Now I'm goin' crazy
You showed no love
So of course mutha f**a ain't no love n***a
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 unpredictable egotistical
Someone who thought his a** was unforgettable
Soft like a pancake
Imperial but a muthaf**a
Still small time sh** punks
Should put you with your tapes in the trunk
At Puemont High
We're sellin' tapes for five
Sold two was cool
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
"co*ktail" his whole studio
Make sure 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 n***a
Mista Busta
Mista Busta
Since you retired from this rap sh** you think it's over?
Didn't want to retaliate, but you made me
Now I'm goin' crazy
This buster retaliation on the monkey tryin' to talk about me
And my folks on that tape and escape, too late
High blood pressure Dru Down
About to draw on that curved dome
Need to be put in front of the whole Oakland fire squad
Let 'em start lettin' loose
I bet then I'll hear your a** screamin' truce
Bad news
Got little 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 infiltrators
Now these other bustas want to know bout us PARAPHERNALIA MOBSTERS
Oakland imposter
Born no, raised a little baby
That's like you catch it
Think it
Get rid of the f**in' scavis
Shady
Shoulda boot ya from the get-go
Especially at the Summer Jam when you ain't throw a damn blow
Nine-shot calla
Oops, band aid
Don't be the only one laughin'
Ain't no damn hits, for real?
But I'ma fix that like your grill
Mista Busta
Mista Busta
Since you retired from this rap sh** you think it's over?
Didn't want to retaliate, but you made me
Now I'm goin' crazy
Mista Busta
n***a ain't got away wit nothin'
b**h made mutha f**a
Ha ha
Fake a** n***a