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Artist: Fredro Starr Album: Firestarr Song: Dyin' 4 Rap Typed by: goldenarms_10304@yahoo.com [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]