Fredro Starr - Dyin' 4 Rap (Remix) lyrics

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[Fredro Starr]:

Dyin' 4 rap, the remix saga, throwin' shots to the top

Catch you comin' out ya Bentley drop

Run up, open a block, empty the glock

I'm dyin' 4 rap, rap niggas nailed to the cross

If you Christ to the game, nigga, die for the cost

Send flames out to S-5, killin' ya Porshe

Took a step back from the game, watch ya flip

Did a few flips, fucked a few chicks, you can't fuck with me

Bullet to bullet baby, check the glocks

Spit slugs, one after another, play "connect the shots"

Cock the flame, had another doc to range

Make ya head rest part of ya brain, like that

Bulletproof rap, rap with a gun in my back

Two G's got niggas still throwin' they gats

Onceyou cross to the other side, I'm bringin' you back

I'm Firestarr, and I'm dyin' 4 rap

[Capone]:

To America's system, I'm double pharoah

I speak wisdom, rebellin' on the BC spit

My intuition on streets, keep bitchin'

Push the hottest structure, deep dishin' stack dollars and buck

Shootouts, got the hood hot as a fuck

My criminal demeanor, got snagged and tash, sizin' me up

Searchin the Beamer, niggas question who I run with

A vest, a tech, and extra gun clip

What you say might get your son hit

Queensbridge, where my duns live

Kiam was destined to rule, since my mother's stomach

Understand what I am, a prophet, poetical targets for sabatage

You can't stop me, gorilla at large, fuck a murder charge

I spray at ya block, I spray at the cops

I'm a hater, ya wrist shinin' and I fuckin' spray at ya watch

I'm grimy, I'm sick of being broke, I'm sick of short sells

I'm representin' jail murder to coke pots on the stoves

[Norega]:

Them niggas dyin' 4 rap, rap dyin' for me

You can't see me a motherfucka, hot as me

You see me dip through the traffic and I turn it up

Them chicks takin' Ecstasy to suck my nut

Straight gangsta, niggas compare me to Suge

But they say I'm more fouler, yeah they should

I got the "What? What" aout to fade the hood

I still got coke on the streets, you know I'm good

I'm from Queens, infrared beams and car hard jeans

Them niggas dyin' 4 rap, rap dyin' for me

[Young Noble]:

This ain't no battle of the beats, this a battle of heat

Battle in the streets, battle til we six feet deep

Outlaw warrior, yeah Makaveli train

Niggas mad how we rob, Makaveli's the blame

Niggas dyin' 4 rap, I'm dyin' to snap

Life was a game of dice, niggas dyin' to crap

You dyin' to ride dick, you dyin' to lie stiff

Frm dyin' to bar quick, get off my dick

I'm like a fire starter, I wet ya car with FireStarr

And garment before the cops'll call

Shot you far dawg, ain't no runnin' away

With 'Pac involved son, it can be done today

Thug we dyin' for the cause, burners told you Outlaw

Young Nob's, stayin' raw, and it's wall to wall

[Cuban Link]:

Yo, I'm the Spanish Casanova, livin' leathers

24 karat toke a far from marriage, in Paris

We talkin' parrots on my shoulder, hold up

THe mellow holdin' is Cuban, it's takin' over, I thought I told ya

I'm doper than coke without the bakin' soda

Drunk or sober, jump out the Rover, and fold you with a crowbar

Throw a rop around ya neck, and do what Sosa did to Omar

So far, my reportoire, got respect in no parts

Like Joan of Arc, if you turn apart, rollin' til dark

It's Terror Squad, from the start til I come across God

No hold barred, most niggas got balls but no heart

Who wanna run with the dot dada, nigga come holla from the Bronx

Where they gun down punks for one dollar