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