*(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!