Dyin’ 4 Rap

Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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' for rap, talking 'bout iron'll clap Ya niggas never fired a gat Never took it the streets, and supplied it wit' packs I had feds in my house, tryna 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' for rap [Chorus] See, I'm what defines the streets The one that bitches dying to meet The one ya thugs trying 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 [Verse 2] 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, 6 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 Put in the 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 straps, Firestarr Ya bitch muthafuckaz ain't dyin' for rap [Chorus] See, I'm what defines the streets The one that bitches dying to meet The one ya thugs trying 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