Dyin' 4 Rap - Cuban Link, Fredro Starr, Young Noble

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

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

Them niggas Dyin 4 Rap, rap dyin for me

You can’t see me a muthafucka, hot 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 for fouler, yea they should

I got the «What?

What?»

about to fade the hood

I still got coke on the streets, you know I’m good

I’m from Queens, infrared beams and car hard jeans

Them niggas Dyin 4 Rap, rap dyin for me

This ain’t no battle of the beats, this a battle of heat

Battle in the streets, battle til we six feet deep

Outlaw warrior, yea Makaveli train

Niggas mad how we rob, Makaveli’s the blame

Niggas Dyin 4 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 spit

From dyin to bar quick, get off my dick

I’m like a fire starter, I wet ya car wit Firestarr

And garment before the cops’ll call

Shot you far dog, ain’t no runnin away

Wit Pac involved son, it can be done today

Thug we dyin for the cause, burners told you Outlaw

Young Nob', stayin raw, and it’s wall to wall

Yo I’m the Spanish casanova, livin leathers

24 Karat toke a far from marriage, in Paris

We talkin parrots on my shoulder, hold up

The mellow holdin is Cuban, it’s takin over, I thought I told ya

I’m doper then coke without the bakin 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 no parts

Like Joan of Arc, if you turn apart, rollin 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 run wit the dot dada, nigga come holla from the Bronx

Where they gun down punks for one dollar