[Fredro Starr]
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The game is fucked up, ya niggas got me tired of rap
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Right now I'm not inspired by rap
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Ya niggas ain't Dyin 4 Rap, talkin bout iron for clap
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Ya niggas never fired a gat
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Never took it the streets, and supplied it wit packs
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I had feds in my house, trynna wire my cat
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In the wall, little cameras hidin in cracks
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Niggas talk about drug money, what cats you flip
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On the trains tellin bitches that you crashed ya whip
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You never seen cop killers wit the plastic grips
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Turn beef to some funky closed casket shit
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Blast a fifth, 16 shots, niggas ran 16 blocks
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16 niggas drop, ya niggas never seein the plot
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Never put greens on top, never put fiends on lock
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My elite niggas scream on cops, hustle dope
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Roll up, puff up smoke, parolin decode
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Standin on them corners wit them guns in they coats
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Had them same little muthafuckas under ya bed
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Gun to ya head, wake up, wanted ya dead
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End of the night, take ya light, I'm gettin ya back
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I'm twistin you back, cuz what ya niggas spittin on tracks'll
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Get you 16 or 8, gun cap, leave it at that
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Cuz ya niggas ain't Dyin 4 Rap
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[Chorus 2X]
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See, I'm what defines the streets
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The one that bitches dyin to meet
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The one ya thugs tryin to be
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Since I started, I can't count how many sound like me
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But can't none of ya niggas get down like me
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Can't none of ya niggas get down like me
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Can't none of ya niggas get down like me
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[Fredro Starr]
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Fuck this rap shit, fuck the rhyme of the year
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I'm about to get away wit the crime of the year
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Bought a black dress that's for ya momma to wear
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Got bitch niggas run when the drama appear
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Streets ain't safe, six shots, tear ya face
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Fuck the jake, get caught, clear the case
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My upstate niggas rock razor scars
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Mess hall, smack niggas for they razor bars
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Got bitch niggas can't even play in the yard
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Kiddin ya self, on ya knees, pray to God
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Times is hard, ya don't know what that is
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Growin up, forced to live wit foster kids
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Back in '89 son, we couldn't cross the bridge
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Them niggas might off the six, take off ya wig
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What you know about L.A., flossin wit Big
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Five hundred drop, sunset, gun in my sock
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What you know about New York, runnin wit Pac
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First niggas at The Source Awards, bustin on shots
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Flossin the watch, only get you robbed or popped
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Puttin the box, murder right in front of the cops
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Nigga, we put the Def in Jam, takin you back
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'95, two million throwin they gats
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'96, sellin guns and starp, Firestarr
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Ya bitch muthafuckaz ain't Dyin 4 Rap
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[Chorus 2X]
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Dyin' 4 Rap - Featuring Capone-N-Noreaga, Noble, Cuban Link
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| Fredro Starr |
