Fredro Starr Lyrics
Fredro Starr Lyrics
"Dyin' 4 Rap - Featuring Capone-N-Noreaga, Noble, Cuban Link Lyrics"
See U Again Lyrics
I see u again on the other side
I see u again on the other side
[Fredro Starr]
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 4 Rap, talkin bout iron for clap
Ya niggas never fired a gat
Never took it the streets, and supplied it wit packs
I had feds in my house, trynna 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
Nev
A Good Run Lyrics
It was perfect timin' Both of us findin' what we needed Blind love was drivin' An' we both went divin' off the deep end But girl, now, lookin' back Went way too far just a little too fast An' that sure was fun Oh, but now it's done They say all good things must end, an' we did But, baby
er put greens on top, never put fiends on lockIt was perfect timin' Both of us findin' what we needed Blind love was drivin' An' we both went divin' off the deep end But girl, now, lookin' back Went way too far just a little too fast An' that sure was fun Oh, but now it's done They say all good things must end, an' we did But, baby
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 4 Rap
[Chorus 2X]
See, I'm what defines the streets
The one that bitches dyin to meet
The one ya thugs tryin to be
Since I started, I can't count how many sound like
I Stand Accused Lyrics
I stand accused, I feel abused, won’t someone listen to me? I see your face; I see no trace. I ask no sympathy I stand accused, I feel abused, won’t someone listen to me? I see your face; I see no trace. I ask no sympathy. Two men can seal my fate, and you, you just see them straight No flaws
meI stand accused, I feel abused, won’t someone listen to me? I see your face; I see no trace. I ask no sympathy I stand accused, I feel abused, won’t someone listen to me? I see your face; I see no trace. I ask no sympathy. Two men can seal my fate, and you, you just see them straight No flaws
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 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, six 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 kno
Breaking Curfew Lyrics
Walk out Through the rain Where the sound of your own footsteps Speak of Change When we take our refuge In a higher place Somewhere no one knows We'll meet it face to face CHORUS: Breaking the curfew Walking where we want to Dodging the big lights up on the wall Stand tallw 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
Puttin 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 starp, Firestarr
Ya bitch muthafuckaz ain't Dyin 4 Rap
[Chorus 2X]
Walk out Through the rain Where the sound of your own footsteps Speak of Change When we take our refuge In a higher place Somewhere no one knows We'll meet it face to face CHORUS: Breaking the curfew Walking where we want to Dodging the big lights up on the wall Stand tall
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
Puttin 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 starp, Firestarr
Ya bitch muthafuckaz ain't Dyin 4 Rap
[Chorus 2X]