Dyin’ 4 Rap (Remix)

[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