Down 4 War (pac And Biggie) Lyrics

Down 4 War (pac And Biggie) lyrics

Yeah
Buster as* niggas
You niggas don't wanna see a nigga in
Ya'll still don't understand
So f**k em
Know what I'm sayin?
f**k them niggas
I done made it anyway nigga
Ya'll some bit*h as* niggas

WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!

 (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 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
nigga don't dis on tape, f**k that I do
so nigga what I dis on CD too
bit*h 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**k ya'll niggas and everybody
that you f**k 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**kin 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

 (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 bit*h
I see more presidents in the black house
nigga that shoulda put me in tryin to put a nigga out
I make your as* say 'Kingpin!'
I make your as* say 'No!'
Keep buggin and screamin nigga stop puttin that ho sh*t in your flow
When us killers (genate?)
all them haters they fake
these trife as* niggas can't f**k 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**kers be around me talkin bout
take off his neck
but I be business bout this shit
where my motherf**kin 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 as* in a strecther
it's finna rain, pain

{over chorus}
How the f**k ya'll niggas gon stop me nigga?
Some of ya'll niggas I wrote ya'll nigga reps
Motherf**kin writer to you buster as* niggas
When ya'll started writing ya'll own sh*t 
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 sh*t nigga
Ya'll gon be madder than a motherf**ker
Ya'll gon say that nigga crazy