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

Dyin` 4 Rap - Featuring Capone-n-noreaga Noble Cuban Link 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]