*(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!