Fredro Starr Dyin` 4 Rap - Featuring Capone-n-noreaga Noble Cuban L Lyrics

Dyin` 4 Rap - Featuring Capone-n-noreaga Noble Cuban L 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 t