Weak Move

Lyrics

[Intro: Dru Down] Dru motherfuckin' Down Tellin' niggas about these weak moves Let it go; let it flow [?] [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)