Call Me Dru Down - Dru Down

People wonder why they call me Dru Down

Well let me tell ya

Pull a gat so quick

Insane, your life ain’t shit

Because I listened to your footsteps follow me

Of course I’m strapped with a gat so your creeping don’t bother me

Cause once upon a time in the old school

I got robbed, jacked me by this old fool

But back then, J, I really didn’t know no better

That’s why I went home and grabbed the .25 Beretta

And ran there fast to the scene of the robbery

Knowing he wouldn’t be there

But he’s standing on the side of me!

Pop! Pop! I had to do him cause he did me

My name’s Dru Down

You shoulda took it more seriously

Nigga, I’m just a playa from the Oak

So recognize game cause I’m a pimp

Also pimpin hoes

I say the bigger the better

Oh I would never

Be a player hater cause I’m a playa

Play ya major

But now I gets off so when it comes to shooting rounds

Well then you will know, punk

Why they call me Dru Down

See, you’s a goddamn fool because I’m sick with the shit

I bust the punk off because I’m steady making licks

They call me Dru Down because I’m drawing on these suckers

Your pockets is long? Well let me make 'em a little shorter

Brace yourself! That’s what I say when I’m pointing the chrome

Now whacha think I’mma say

When I’m running through your home?

Now picture: me and Ol' Black are running through your damn kitchen

I’ll stuff you in the stove and bake your ass like some chicken

Cause I’m the crazy nigga that’ll turn and do that shit

I’ll make ya screamin' «Yeah!» while yet I’m sayin' «shut up, bitch!»

I finally realized that my name’s «make me sick»

Sicka than what you get when you’re lying in the cukoo nest

Now see, can you get

With the nigga Dru Down, straight full of it

And if you don’t know me

You will know when you hit the town

There’s a reason why they call me Dru Down

Dru muthafuckin Down for your ass, two-time

Coming for your mind

Earning the name Dru Down is kinda difficult

You wanna try to earn my name? Buy a gat and start shootin' fools

Cause to get my stripes I was no punk

I walked the streets in '89 with a gauge pump

But now it’s '93 I got a new spot

I made it real hot

But went and bought me a brand new black Glock

Shooting motherfuckers in the leg

Pistol whippin suckas, hittin' em dead in the head

Cause I don’t give a fuck, nor do I care less

But just to be aware I’m being strapped with a vest

Cause if I get caught on the sleep

I’ll bet you motherfuckers wanna fill me with some heat

But I’m not going for it pull a fully, use all rounds

And then you will know, punk

Why they call me Dru Down

Three times for your motherfuckin' minds

Punk motherfuckers