F - Dyin' 4 Rap Lyrics

F - Dyin' 4 Rap Lyrics

[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

F - Dyin' 4 Rap Lyrics

[Fredro Starr]
The game is fucked up, ya niggas got me tired of rap
Right now I'm not inspired by rap
Ya niggas ain't Dyin 4 Rap, talkin bout iron for clap
Ya niggas never fired a gat
Never took it the streets, and supplied it wit packs
I had feds in my house, trynna wire my cat
In the wall, little cameras hidin in cracks
Niggas talk about drug money, what cats you flip
On the trains tellin bitches that you crashed ya whip
You never seen cop killers wit the plastic grips
Turn beef to some funky closed casket shit
Blast a fifth, 16 shots, niggas ran 16 blocks
16 niggas drop, ya niggas never seein the plot
Never put greens on top, never put fiends on lock
My elite niggas scream on cops, hustle dope
Roll up, puff up smoke, parolin decode
Standin on them corners wit them guns in they coats
Had them same little muthafuckas under ya bed
Gun to ya head, wake up, wanted ya dead
End of the night, take ya light, I'm gettin ya back
I'm twistin you back, cuz what ya niggas spittin on tracks'll
Get you 16 or 8, gun cap, leave it at that
Cuz ya niggas ain't Dyin 4 Rap

[Chorus 2X]
See, I'm what defines the streets
The one that bitches dyin to meet
The one ya thugs tryin to be
Since I started, I can't count how many sound like me
But can't none of ya niggas get down like me
Can't none of ya niggas get down like me
Can't none of ya niggas get down like me

[Fredro Starr]
Fuck this rap shit, fuck the rhyme of the year
I'm about to get away wit the crime of the year
Bought a black dress that's for ya momma to wear
Got bitch niggas run when the drama appear
Streets ain't safe, six shots, tear ya face
Fuck the jake, get caught, clear the case
My upstate niggas rock razor scars
Mess hall, smack niggas for they razor bars
Got bitch niggas can't even play in the yard
Kiddin ya self, on ya knees, pray to God
Times is hard, ya don't know what that is
Growin up, forced to live wit foster kids
Back in '89 son, we couldn't cross the bridge
Them niggas might off the six, take off ya wig
What you know about L.A., flossin wit Big
Five hundred drop, sunset, gun in my sock
What you know about New York, runnin wit Pac
First niggas at The Source Awards, bustin on shots
Flossin the watch, only get you robbed or popped
Puttin the box, murder right in front of the cops
Nigga, we put the Def in Jam, takin you back
'95, two million throwin they gats
'96, sellin guns and starp, Firestarr
Ya bitch muthafuckaz ain't Dyin 4 Rap

[Chorus 2X]