Dyin’ 4 Rap (Remix)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: 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' for rap, rap niggas nailed to the cross If you Christ to the game, nigga, die for the cost Send flames out to S5, 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' for rap [Verse 2: Capone] To America's system, I'm a double felon I speak wisdom, rebellin' on the beast, heat spittin' My intuition on streets, keep bitchin' Push the hottest trucks on deep dish and stack dollars and buck Shootouts, got the hood hot as a fuck My criminal demeanor, got snag-and-tag sizin' me up Searchin' the Beamer, niggas question who I run wit' A vest, a Tec, an extra gun clip What you say might get your son hit Queensbridge, where my dunns 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 [Verse 3: Noreaga] Them niggas dyin' for rap, rap dyin' for me You can't see a muthafucka high as me You see me dip through the traffic and I turn it up Them chicks takin' ecstacy to suck my nut Straight gangsta, niggas compare me to Suge But they say I'm more fouler – yeah, they should I got the "What? What?" movie about to fade the hood I still got coke on the streets, you know I'm good I'm from Queens, infrared beams and Carhartt jeans Them niggas dyin' for rap, rap dyin' for me [Verse 4: Young Noble] This ain't no battle of the beast, this a battle with heat Battle in the streets, battle 'til we six feet deep Outlaw warrior, yeah, Makaveli trained Niggas mad how we rob, Makaveli's the blame Niggas dyin' for rap, I'm dyin to snap Life was a game of dice, niggas dyin' to crap You dyin' to ride dick, you dyin' to lie stiff From dyin' to bar quick, get off my dick I'm like a fire starter, I wet ya car wit' Firestarr And gone before the cops is called Shot you far, dog, ain't no runnin' away With Pac involved, son, it can be done today Thug, we dyin' for the cause, born a soldier Outlaw Young Nob'e, stayin' raw in this world of war [Verse 5: Cuban Link] Yo, I'm the Spanish Casanova, livin' lavish 24 Karat choker, far from marriage, in Paris With talkin' parrots on my shoulder, hold up They mad all over 'cause Cuban is taking over, thought I told ya I'm doper then coke without the baking soda Drunk or sober, jump out the Rover, and fold you wit' a crowbar Throw a rope around ya neck, and do what Sosa did to Omar So far, my reportoire got respect in all parts, like Joan Of Arc In Crotona Park, brawlin' 'til dark It's Terror Squad from the start, 'til I come across God No holds barred, most niggas got balls, but no heart Who wanna rumb' with the Don Dada? Nigga, come holla From the Bronx, where they gun down punks for one dollar