Kingpin Skinny Pimp - Down 4 War (Pac & Biggie) lyrics

Yeah Buster a** n***as You n***as don't wanna see a n***a in Ya'll still don't understand So f** em Know what I'm sayin? f** them n***as I done made it anyway n***a Ya'll some b**h a** n***as WHAT! WHAT! WHAT! [Chorus] (2x) We can do like Pac and Biggie cuz I'm down for war I'm not a player hater but I gotta settle the score These n***as don't wanna see me in so they talk through they nose They tryin to hold a n***a down but they movin too slow Who that n***a with that wisdom until them haters come and get me I be rollin with k**ers too for any n***a tryin to sweat me You can talk that k**er sh** and watch me walk the walk I'll be doing the do while ya'll be talkin the talk I was born in '73 I came up tough made me rough n***a don't dis on tape, f** that I do So n***a what I dis on CD too b**h we bomb back on that a** And just like ? we shoot when other countries attack That's why this goes out to Black Laury and Hardy I'll say ya'll alias in the future f** ya'll n***as and everybody That you f** with Who don't like Kingpin Pimp I hit the streets and projects just like Welfare and food stamps Most of the artists they coppin and f**in em They makin the green not givin em sh** They artists been workin so hard They pause for n***as that flodge and dodge Them boys ain't hard The rules of the mob I'm livin that life I'm dealin with drug dealers Wiseguy n***as know the biz Drag you to the river kid [Chorus] (2x) I'm a playa,baby I thought you knew Any hater that try to cross me ain't no tellin what I'll do Mack in the year in this b**h I see more presidents in the black house n***a that shoulda put me in tryin to put a n***a out I make your a** say "Kingpin!" I make your a** say "No!" Keep buggin and screamin n***a stop puttin that ho sh** in your flow When us k**ers (genate?) All them haters they fake These trife a** n***as can't f** with us I'm talkin bout bank and rank Evil tats on my body from that triple six curse Cover my flesh forgive me God for sin and when I see dirt Too many motherf**ers be around me talkin bout Take off his neck But I be business bout this sh** Where my motherf**in checks? Watch them hoes cuz they slick And they out to get ya Ya'll get richer and scarier I'ma touch ya and split ya, even when I first met you You know if you ever swing I'll put that a** in a strecther It's finna rain, pain {over chorus} How the f** ya'll n***as gon stop me n***a? Some of ya'll n***as I wrote ya'll n***a reps Motherf**in writer to you buster a** n***as When ya'll started writing ya'll own sh** Then we all started turnin into busters Ya'll can't stop me n***a not one of ya'll boys Ya'll gon hate me for this sh** n***a Ya'll gon be madder than a motherf**er Ya'll gon say that n***a crazy