Choppin' It Up
Dru Down
4:55Aw Dru man I done fucked up big time man You know dawg? That's all I got is like seventy two five man... Bet, nine to five just before that seven eleven No rudy poo bullshit game surrounded by turf, no games Feelin just like that Cameo nigga (STRAAAAANGE) Looked up seen this muthafucka who owe me some change Sold the dice for a cool price I can't concentrate no mo' when I know this sucka owes me doe Went half on the kick he tried to whip Tried to make mo' than possiblе like greedy hits from the mafia Fool you know I'm poppin, stoppin Fuckin up a nigga profits To benеfit from me being filthy rich I see now, that it gots to be the solo route Let's take you for a five-man ride, come back home pal Silent as kept, I do this shit just like that! Don't feel no sorry for sorrows I'm lookin for tomorrow Wit no moral, shit, unless its comin from my mamma Comma, not comin wit no drama, you sayin? I'm light'n yo ass up for speakin I'm mad nigga, deal just went bad nigga... Fake muthafuckas make me mad That's why the muthafuckin deal just went bad You got me mixed up, twisted, like a radio and gymnast Think I can't get to the bottom of the situation? Watch this... Commence, to do what a nigga gots to do If you robbin' me you robbin' me and my Family you fool And food out my Son's mouth, he wouldn't like that! So when I catch you I'm slappin' you down n havin' him stomp yo teeth out Made truce on that deal... And then you cross me at the end of the road, that's bold Now I gots to tag that big toe Have you in code blue? To where that Red Cross can't help a nigga like you... Thought you'd fuck me? Get away with this no payback? Nigga I'm a O.G. no rarely a new jack (Who's that?) You're spooked, wantin' to know whose peepin' in your window (POW!) I hope you know who the fuck it be, it be Dru Down... And nigga you gone hear more that one (POW!) Uh... And hella different fuckin sounds And now I'm out of the situation Let me count how many times that it been Passin' number nine almost twenty ten Not for no punk shit, no hoe shit Wanna hang with Big Nut? Deal goes bad, you're fucked I ain't never did nothin' To nobody who didn't fuck with me first And then I had to burst in flames (Oooh) He had me mad, my ghetto side Something just made me grab my broom instead of grabbin' my Glock And did the job, actual, satisfaction Like when a bitch gets out of line and then I have to slap her... Or tap her, from the back As soon as that hoe don't have enough bloodline that deal's going bad 'Cause I'mma mack in my own way, my own time Tryna live 'til I'm old, 'cause I'm still in my prime (In my prime) Time, just like Deon, I got nuts But I'm no muthafucking peon (You hear?) So rewind this track, uh! I hope you listening, caught yo partna tryna run in the mist They found you in the stove in someone's kitchen Not tryna leave no signal or no sign The only sign is that I dropped yo ass on the dime