Deal Went Bad
[Intro]
Aw Dru man I done fucked up big time man
You know dawg? That's all I got is like seventy two five man...

[Verse 1]
Bet, nine to five just before that seven eleven
No rudy poo bullshit game surrounded by turf, no games
Feelin just like that Cameo nigga (STRAAAAANGE)
Looked up seen this muthafucka 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 possiblе like greedy hits from the mafia
Fool you know I'm poppin, stoppin
Fuckin up a nigga profits
To benеfit 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 shit just like that!
Don't feel no sorry for sorrows I'm lookin for tomorrow
Wit no moral, shit, unless its comin from my mamma
Comma, not comin wit no drama, you sayin?
I'm light'n yo ass up for speakin
I'm mad nigga, deal just went bad nigga...
[Bridge]
Fake muthafuckas make me mad
That's why the mutha fuckin deal just went bad

[Verse 2]
You got me mixed up, twisted, like a radio and gymnast
Think I can't get to the bottom of the situation? Watch this...
Commence, to do what a nigga gots to do
If you robbin' me you robbin' me and 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 nigga like you...
Thought you'd fuck me? Get away with this no payback?
Nigga 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 fuck it be, it be Dru Down...
And nigga you gone hear more that one (POW!)
Uh... And hella different fuckin sounds
And now I'm out of the situation
Let me count how many times that it been
Passin' number nine almost twenty ten
Not for no punk shit, no hoe shit
Wanna hang with Big Nut? Deal goes bad, you're fucked
[Verse 3]
I ain't never did nothin'
To nobody who didn't fuck 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 Glock
And did the job, actual, satisfaction
Like when a bitch gets out of line and then I have to slap her...
Or tap her, from the back
As soon as that hoe don't have enough bloodline that deal's going bad
'Cause I'mma mack in my own way, my own time
Tryna live 'til I'm old, 'cause I'm still in my prime (In my prime)
Time, just like Deon, I got nuts
But I'm no muthafucking peon (You hear?)
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 ass on the dime