Fredro Starr
The game is fucked upya niggas got me tired of rap
Right now I m not inspired by rap
Ya niggas ain t Dyin 4 Raptalkin bout iron for clap
Ya niggas never fired a gat
Never took it the streetsand supplied it wit packs
I had feds in my housetrynna wire my cat
In the walllittle cameras hidin in cracks
Niggas talk about drug moneywhat 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 fifth16 shotsniggas ran 16 blocks
16 niggas dropya niggas never seein the plot
Never put greens on topnever put fiends on lock
My elite niggas scream on copshustle dope
Roll uppuff up smokeparolin decode
Standin on them corners wit them guns in they coats
Had them same little muthafuckas under ya bed
Gun to ya headwake upwanted ya dead
End of the nighttake ya lightI m gettin ya back
I m twistin you backcuz what ya niggas spittin on tracks ll
Get you 16 or 8gun capleave it at that
Cuz ya niggas ain t Dyin 4 Rap

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SeeI m what defines the streets
The one that bitches dyin to meet
The one ya thugs tryin to be
Since I startedI 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

Fredro Starr
Fuck this rap shitfuck 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 safesix shotstear ya face
Fuck the jakeget caughtclear the case
My upstate niggas rock razor scars
Mess hallsmack niggas for they razor bars
Got bitch niggas can t even play in the yard
Kiddin ya selfon ya kneespray to God
Times is hardya don t know what that is
Growin upforced to live wit foster kids
Back in 89 sonwe couldn t cross the bridge
Them niggas might off the sixtake off ya wig
What you know about L.A.flossin wit Big
Five hundred dropsunsetgun in my sock
What you know about New Yorkrunnin wit Pac
First niggas at The Source Awardsbustin on shots
Flossin the watchonly get you robbed or popped
Puttin the boxmurder right in front of the cops
Niggawe put the Def in Jamtakin you back
95two million throwin they gats
96sellin guns and starpFirestarr
Ya bitch muthafuckaz ain t Dyin 4 Rap

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