Dru Down - Mista Busta lyrics

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