[Fredro Starr]:
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Dyin' 4 rap, the remix saga, throwin' shots to the top
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Catch you comin' out ya Bentley drop
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Run up, open a block, empty the glock
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I'm dyin' 4 rap, rap niggas nailed to the cross
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If you Christ to the game, nigga, die for the cost
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Send flames out to S-5, killin' ya Porshe
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Took a step back from the game, watch ya flip
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Did a few flips, fucked a few chicks, you can't fuck with me
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Bullet to bullet baby, check the glocks
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Spit slugs, one after another, play "connect the shots"
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Cock the flame, had another doc to range
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Make ya head rest part of ya brain, like that
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Bulletproof rap, rap with a gun in my back
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Two G's got niggas still throwin' they gats
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Onceyou cross to the other side, I'm bringin' you back
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I'm Firestarr, and I'm dyin' 4 rap
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[Capone]:
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To America's system, I'm double pharoah
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I speak wisdom, rebellin' on the BC spit
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My intuition on streets, keep bitchin'
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Push the hottest structure, deep dishin' stack dollars and buck
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Shootouts, got the hood hot as a fuck
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My criminal demeanor, got snagged and tash, sizin' me up
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Searchin the Beamer, niggas question who I run with
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A vest, a tech, and extra gun clip
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What you say might get your son hit
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Queensbridge, where my duns live
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Kiam was destined to rule, since my mother's stomach
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Understand what I am, a prophet, poetical targets for sabatage
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You can't stop me, gorilla at large, fuck a murder charge
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I spray at ya block, I spray at the cops
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I'm a hater, ya wrist shinin' and I fuckin' spray at ya watch
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I'm grimy, I'm sick of being broke, I'm sick of short sells
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I'm representin' jail murder to coke pots on the stoves
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[Norega]:
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Them niggas dyin' 4 rap, rap dyin' for me
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You can't see me a motherfucka, hot as me
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You see me dip through the traffic and I turn it up
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Them chicks takin' Ecstasy to suck my nut
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Straight gangsta, niggas compare me to Suge
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But they say I'm more fouler, yeah they should
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I got the "What? What" aout to fade the hood
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I still got coke on the streets, you know I'm good
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I'm from Queens, infrared beams and car hard jeans
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Them niggas dyin' 4 rap, rap dyin' for me
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[Young Noble]:
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This ain't no battle of the beats, this a battle of heat
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Battle in the streets, battle til we six feet deep
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Outlaw warrior, yeah Makaveli train
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Niggas mad how we rob, Makaveli's the blame
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Niggas dyin' 4 rap, I'm dyin' to snap
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Life was a game of dice, niggas dyin' to crap
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You dyin' to ride dick, you dyin' to lie stiff
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Frm dyin' to bar quick, get off my dick
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I'm like a fire starter, I wet ya car with FireStarr
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And garment before the cops'll call
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Shot you far dawg, ain't no runnin' away
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With 'Pac involved son, it can be done today
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Thug we dyin' for the cause, burners told you Outlaw
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Young Nob's, stayin' raw, and it's wall to wall
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[Cuban Link]:
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Yo, I'm the Spanish Casanova, livin' leathers
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24 karat toke a far from marriage, in Paris
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We talkin' parrots on my shoulder, hold up
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THe mellow holdin' is Cuban, it's takin' over, I thought I told ya
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I'm doper than coke without the bakin' soda
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Drunk or sober, jump out the Rover, and fold you with a crowbar
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Throw a rop around ya neck, and do what Sosa did to Omar
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So far, my reportoire, got respect in no parts
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Like Joan of Arc, if you turn apart, rollin' til dark
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It's Terror Squad, from the start til I come across God
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No hold barred, most niggas got balls but no heart
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Who wanna run with the dot dada, nigga come holla from the Bronx
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Where they gun down punks for one dollar
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Dyin' 4 Rap (Remix)
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| Fredro Starr |
