Fredro Starr - Dyin' 4 Rap Lyrics
[Fredro Starr]The game is *****ed up, ya niggas got me tired of rapRight now I'm not inspired by rapYa niggas ain't Dyin 4 Rap, talkin bout iron for clapYa niggas never fired a gatNever took it the streets, and supplied it wit packsI had feds in my house, trynna wire my catIn the wall, little cameras hidin in cracksNiggas talk about drug money, what cats you flipOn the trains tellin *****es that you crashed ya whipYou never seen cop killers wit the plastic gripsTurn beef to some funky closed casket shitBlast a fifth, 16 shots, niggas ran 16 blocks16 niggas drop, ya niggas never seein the plotNever put greens on top, never put fiends on lockMy elite niggas scream on cops, hustle dopeRoll up, puff up smoke, parolin decodeStandin on them corners wit them guns in they coatsHad them same little mutha*****as under ya bedGun to ya head, wake up, wanted ya deadEnd of the night, take ya light, I'm gettin ya backI'm twistin you back, cuz what ya niggas spittin on tracks'llGet you 16 or 8, gun cap, leave it at thatCuz ya niggas ain't Dyin 4 Rap[Chorus 2X]See, I'm what defines the streetsThe one that *****es dyin to meetThe one ya thugs tryin to beSince I started, I can't count how many sound like meBut can't none of ya niggas get down like meCan't none of ya niggas get down like meCan't none of ya niggas get down like me[Fredro Starr]***** this rap shit, ***** the rhyme of the yearI'm about to get away wit the crime of the yearBought a black dress that's for ya momma to wearGot ***** niggas run when the drama appearStreets ain't safe, six shots, tear ya face***** the jake, get caught, clear the caseMy ups
