[Intro: Dru Down]

Dru motherfuckin' Down

Tellin' niggas about these weak moves

Let it go; let it flow

Peep game

[Verse 1: Dru Down]

Now I was laying in the bed, my phone rang

I picked it up; it was a call from my main man

He said "Dru Down," I said "What's up, mayne?"

He said "We're rolling so smooth, I need some more of them half thangs"

I said "Alright, don't want to talk too long;

They might be tapping my phone, ready to run up in my home"

So, click, click—that was the end of the convo

I jumped out the bed, put on some Nikes and survival

Words, and attending to my business, yes I’m with it

Now I’m thinking since he buying and I’m selling, he should come and gеt it

So, I picked up my cellular phone, dialеd seven digits

No one answered, so something’s wrong

So a click, I’m out the house quicker than quick

But what’s this? An Army fool and a whole three niggas running through my fence

Got one on the corner fake selling, but he’s a lookout

I know because I got me a lookout in a corner house

But no one ‘cept the player Dru Down has a set up

I’m gonna slam it, lock the door and grab the AK-47 (47)

‘Cause if I go out, I’m going to my fullest

Don’t have me grab the AP-9 and punch my other fullies

Because the name Dru Down ain’t for nothing, jump

I’m grabbing the chopper .44, don’t even need the pump

So by the time I take it calmly at my front door

Say hello to my friend and to my .44

A boom! Boom! A ratta-tat-tat-tat

I got ‘em laying on they back, they went dirty and took a bloody bath

And then I laughed and said, “You’re a damn fool”

Your death was on purpose because you slipped and made a weak move, nigga (nigga)

It gets weaker

[Verse 2: Dru Down]

Now motherfuckers keep playing me close, but I’m no punk

Dru Down is about to let it be known, OK you started funk

I’m headed straight for the closet, you made a weak move

I got you sweating, dripping like a faucet

But before the whole thing went down

You was talking like the baller of the town

But knowing that Dru Down don’t play, uh keep it to yourself

But your mouth was so big, you had to call for help

‘Cause I was coming kind of quickly

I had to show this motherfucker to respect me

But all the mackin’ that I do, I had to stay calm

So I just shot him in his foot and let him hop home

And if he wanted some more, come to my front door

And I’ma fill you with my chrome magnum .44

And that’s exactly what he done and what he did do

And his death was on purpose because he slipped and made a weak move

[Verse 3: Dru Down]

Makin’ weak-ass moves ain’t cool

You need to grow up and find your ass a new rule

Like being with Dru Down, drawing down on niggas properly

Nigga run up, you’ll see exactly what the fuck I mean (fuck I mean)

Because I talk hella shit and back it up quick

You better listen to me because I don’t bullshit

Fools try to fuck with the clique

But I’ma be forced to have your punk ass hit

Because I have a clique too, bigger than your whole crew

And if you try to clash with the dangerous, you’re dead too (too)

And the reason for that, because you slipped and made a weak move, fuckers (fuckers)