[Fredro Starr]
Dyin 4 Rap, the remix saga, throwin shots to the top
Catch you comin out ya Bentley drop
Run up, open a block, empty the Glock
I'm Dyin 4 Rap, rap niggas nailed to the cross
If you Christ to the game, nigga, die for the cost
Send flames out to S-5, killin ya Porsche
Took a step back from the game, watch ya flip
Did a few flips, fucked a few chicks, you can't fuck wit me
Bullet to bullet baby, check the Glocks
Spit slugs, one after another, play "connect the shots"
Cock the flame, had another doc to range
Make ya head rest part of ya brain, like that
Bulletproof rap, rap wit a gun in my back
Two g's got niggas still throwin they gats
Once you cross to the other side, I'm bringin you back
I'm Firestarr, and I'm Dyin 4 Rap
[Capone]
To America's system, I'm a double pharoah
I speak wisdom, rebellin on the BC spit
My intuition on streets, keep bitchin
Push the hottest structure, deep dishin, stack dollars and buck
Shootouts, got the hood hot as a fuck
My criminal demeanor, got snagged and tash, sizin me up
Searchin the Beamer, niggas question who I run wit
A vest, a tech, an extra gun clip
What you say might get your son hit
Queensbridge, where my duns live
Kiam was destined to rule, since my mother's stomach
Understand what I am, a prophet, poetical target for sabotage
You can't stop me, gorilla at large, fuck a murder charge
I spray at ya block, I spray at the cops
I'm a hater, ya wrist shinin and I fuckin spray at ya watch
I'm grimy, I'm sick of being broke, I'm sick of short sells
I'm representin jail murder to coke pots on the stoves
Dyin 4 Rap, the remix saga, throwin shots to the top
Catch you comin out ya Bentley drop
Run up, open a block, empty the Glock
I'm Dyin 4 Rap, rap niggas nailed to the cross
If you Christ to the game, nigga, die for the cost
Send flames out to S-5, killin ya Porsche
Took a step back from the game, watch ya flip
Did a few flips, fucked a few chicks, you can't fuck wit me
Bullet to bullet baby, check the Glocks
Spit slugs, one after another, play "connect the shots"
Cock the flame, had another doc to range
Make ya head rest part of ya brain, like that
Bulletproof rap, rap wit a gun in my back
Two g's got niggas still throwin they gats
Once you cross to the other side, I'm bringin you back
I'm Firestarr, and I'm Dyin 4 Rap
[Capone]
To America's system, I'm a double pharoah
I speak wisdom, rebellin on the BC spit
My intuition on streets, keep bitchin
Push the hottest structure, deep dishin, stack dollars and buck
Shootouts, got the hood hot as a fuck
My criminal demeanor, got snagged and tash, sizin me up
Searchin the Beamer, niggas question who I run wit
A vest, a tech, an extra gun clip
What you say might get your son hit
Queensbridge, where my duns live
Kiam was destined to rule, since my mother's stomach
Understand what I am, a prophet, poetical target for sabotage
You can't stop me, gorilla at large, fuck a murder charge
I spray at ya block, I spray at the cops
I'm a hater, ya wrist shinin and I fuckin spray at ya watch
I'm grimy, I'm sick of being broke, I'm sick of short sells
I'm representin jail murder to coke pots on the stoves
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