Dyin'4 Rap

[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]