Weak Move

[Intro: Dru Down]
Dru motherfuckin' Down
Tellin' niggas about these weak moves
Let it go; let it flow
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[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, mang?"
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 get it
So, I picked up my cеllular phone, dialed sevеn 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 bullies
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)