paroles de chanson Deal Went Bad - Dru Down

(Aw Dru man I done f*cked up big time man,
You know dawg? That's all I got is like seventy two five man...)

Bet... Nine to Five just before that seven eleven no
Rudy poo bullsh*t game - surrounded by turf, no games...
Feelin just like that Cameo nigga (STRAAAAANGE)
Looked up seen this mutha f*cka who owe me some change...
Sold the dice for a cool price...
I can't concentrate no mo' when I know this sucka owes me doe...
Went half on the kick he tried to whip...
Tried to make mo' than possible like greedy hits from the mafia.
Fool you know I'm poppin, stoppin,
F*ckin up a n*gga profits, to benefit from me being filthy rich...
I see now... that it gots to be the solo route...
Let's take you for a five-man ride - come back home pal...
Silent as kept... I do this sh*t just like that!
Don't feel no sorry for sorrows I'm lookin for tomorrow...
Wit no moral sh*t unless its comin from my
Mamma... comma, not comin wit no drama - you sayin?
I'm light'n yo *ss up for speakin...
I'm mad n*gga... Deal just went bad n*gga...

(Fake mutha f*ckas make me mad...
That's why the mutha f*ckin deal just went bad)

You got me mixed up - twisted - like a radio n gymnast,
Think I can't get to the bottom of the situation? Watch this...
Commence... to do what a n*gga gots to do,
If you robbin' me you robbin' me n my Family you fool...
And food out my Son's mouth... he wouldn't like that!
So when I catch you I'm slappin' you
Down n havin' him stomp yo teeth out!
Made truce on that deal...
And then you cross me at the end of the road -
That's bold - now I gots to tag that big toe...
Have you in code blue...
To where that Red Cross can't help a n*gga like you...
Thought you'd fuck me?? Get away with this no payback??
N*gga I'm a O.G. no rarely a new jack... (who's that?)
You're spooked - wantin' to know
Whose peepin' in your window... (POW!)
I hope you know who the f*ck it be - it be Dru Down...
And n*gga you gone hear more that one (POW!)
Uh... and hella different f*ckin sounds (*gunfire*)
And now I'm out of the situation...
Let me count how many times that it been...
Passin' number nine almost twenty twen
Twen - not for no punk sh*t - no hoe sh*t...
Wanna hang with Big Nut? Deal goes bad... You're f*cked...

I aint never did nothin'...to nobody who didn't f*ck with me first...
And then I had to burst in flames -
Oooh - he had me mad... my ghetto side...
Something just made me grab my broom instead of grabbin' my glocc...
And did the job... actual... satisfaction...
Like when a b*tch gets out of line and then I
Have to slap her... or tap 'er... from the back...
As soon as that hoe don't have
Enough bloodline that deal's going bad...
Bc I'm a Mac in my own way... my own time...
Tryna live til I'm old bc I'm still in my prime...
Time... just like Deon...
I got nuts... but I'm no mutha f*ckin peon...
So rewind this track, Uh!
I hope you listening - caught yo partna tryna run in the
Mist - they found you in the stove in someone's kitchen...
Not tryna leave no signal or no sign...
The only sign is that I dropped yo *ss on the dime...