Down 4 War (Pac & Biggie) lyrics

Yeah
Buster ass n*ggas
You n*ggas don't wanna see a n*gga in
Ya'll still don't understand
So f*ck em
Know what I'm sayin?
f*ck them n*ggas
I done made it anyway n*gga
Ya'll some b*tch ass n*ggas

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*ggas don't wanna see me in so they talk through they nose
They tryin to hold a n*gga down but they movin too slow

Who that n*gga with that wisdom until them haters come and get me
I be rollin with killers too for any n*gga tryin to sweat me
You can talk that killer sh*t 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*gga don't dis on tape, f*ck that I do
So n*gga what I dis on CD too
b*tch we bomb back on that ass
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*ck ya'll n*ggas and everybody
That you f*ck 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*ckin em
They makin the green not givin em sh*t
They artists been workin so hard
They pause for n*ggas 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*ggas 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*tch
I see more presidents in the black house
n*gga that shoulda put me in tryin to put a n*gga out
I make your ass say "Kingpin!"
I make your ass say "No!"
Keep buggin and screamin n*gga stop puttin that ho sh*t in your flow
When us killers (genate?)
All them haters they fake
These trife ass n*ggas can't f*ck 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*ckers be around me talkin bout
Take off his neck
But I be business bout this sh*t
Where my motherf*ckin 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 ass in a strecther
It's finna rain, pain
{over chorus}
How the f*ck ya'll n*ggas gon stop me n*gga?
Some of ya'll n*ggas I wrote ya'll n*gga reps
Motherf*ckin writer to you buster ass n*ggas
When ya'll started writing ya'll own sh*t
Then we all started turnin into busters
Ya'll can't stop me n*gga not one of ya'll boys
Ya'll gon hate me for this sh*t n*gga
Ya'll gon be madder than a motherf*cker
Ya'll gon say that n*gga crazy