Dyin' 4 Rap
[Fredro Starr
The game is fucked up, ya niggas got me tired of ra
Right now I'm not inspired by ra
Ya niggas ain't Dyin 4 Rap, talkin bout iron for cla
Ya niggas never fired a ga
Never took it the streets, and supplied it wit pack
I had feds in my house, trynna wire my ca
In the wall, little cameras hidin in crack
Niggas talk about drug money, what cats you fli
On the trains tellin bitches that you crashed ya whi
You never seen cop killers wit the plastic grip
Turn beef to some funky closed casket shi
Blast a fifth, 16 shots, niggas ran 16 block
16 niggas drop, ya niggas never seein the plo
Never put greens on top, never put fiends on loc
My elite niggas scream on cops, hustle dop
Roll up, puff up smoke, parolin decod
Standin on them corners wit them guns in they coat
Had them same little muthafuckas under ya be
Gun to ya head, wake up, wanted ya dea
End of the night, take ya light, I'm gettin ya bac
I'm twistin you back, cuz what ya niggas spittin on tracks'l
Get you 16 or 8, gun cap, leave it at tha
Cuz ya niggas ain't Dyin 4 Ra
[Chorus 2X
See, I'm what defines the street
The one that bitches dyin to mee
The one ya thugs tryin to b
Since I started, I can't count how many sound like m
But can't none of ya niggas get down like m
Can't none of ya niggas get down like m
Can't none of ya niggas get down like m
[Fredro Starr
Fuck this rap shit, fuck the rhyme of the yea
I'm about to get away wit the crime of the yea
Bought a black dress that's for ya momma to wea
Got bitch niggas run when the drama appea
Streets ain't safe, six shots, tear ya fac
Fuck the jake, get caught, clear the cas
My upstate niggas rock razor scar
Mess hall, smack niggas for they razor bar
Got bitch niggas can't even play in the yar
Kiddin ya self, on ya knees, pray to Go
Times is hard, ya don't know what that i
Growin up, forced to live wit foster kid
Back in '89 son, we couldn't cross the bridg
Them niggas might off the six, take off ya wi
What you know about L.A., flossin wit Bi
Five hundred drop, sunset, gun in my soc
What you know about New York, runnin wit Pa
First niggas at The Source Awards, bustin on shot
Flossin the watch, only get you robbed or poppe
Puttin the box, murder right in front of the cop
Nigga, we put the Def in Jam, takin you bac
'95, two million throwin they gat
'96, sellin guns and starp, Firestar
Ya bitch muthafuckaz ain't Dyin 4 Ra
[Chorus 2X]
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