Down 4 War (Pac & Biggie)

Yeah Buster ass niggas You niggas don't wanna see a nigga in Ya'll still don't understand So fuck em Know what I'm sayin? Fuck them niggas I done made it anyway nigga Ya'll some bitch ass niggas 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 niggas don't wanna see me in so they talk through they nose They tryin to hold a nigga down but they movin too slow Who that nigga with that wisdom until them haters come and get me I be rollin with killers too for any nigga tryin to sweat me You can talk that killer shit 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 Nigga don't dis on tape, fuck that I do So nigga what I dis on CD too Bitch 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 fuck ya'll niggas and everybody That you fuck 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 fuckin em They makin the green not givin em shit They artists been workin so hard They pause for niggas 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 niggas 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 bitch I see more presidents in the black house Nigga that shoulda put me in tryin to put a nigga out I make your ass say "Kingpin!" I make your ass say "No!" Keep buggin and screamin nigga stop puttin that ho shit in your flow When us killers (genate?) All them haters they fake These trife ass niggas can't fuck 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 motherfuckers be around me talkin bout Take off his neck But I be business bout this shit Where my motherfuckin 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 fuck ya'll niggas gon stop me nigga? Some of ya'll niggas I wrote ya'll nigga reps Motherfuckin writer to you buster ass niggas When ya'll started writing ya'll own shit Then we all started turnin into busters Ya'll can't stop me nigga not one of ya'll boys Ya'll gon hate me for this shit nigga Ya'll gon be madder than a motherfucker Ya'll gon say that nigga crazy