Cuban Link - Dyin' 4 Rap (Remix) lyrics

[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 4 Rap, rap n***as nailed to the cross If you Christ to the game, n***a, die for the cost Send flames out to S-5, k**in ya Porsche Took a step back from the game, watch ya flip Did a few flips, f**ed a few chicks, you can't f** wit me Bullet to bullet baby, check the Glocks Spit slugs, one after another, play "connect the shots" co*k 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 n***as 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 [Capone] To America's system, I'm a double pharoah I speak wisdom, rebellin on the BC spit My intuition on streets, keep b**hin Push the hottest structure, deep dishin, stack dollars and buck Shootouts, got the hood hot as a f** My criminal demeanor, got snagged and tash, sizin me up Searchin the Beamer, n***as 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, f** a murder charge I spray at ya block, I spray at the cops I'm a hater, ya wrist shinin and I f**in 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 [Noreaga] Them n***as Dyin 4 Rap, rap dyin for me You can't see me a muthaf**a, hot as me You see me dip through the traffic and I turn it up Them chicks takin ecstacy to s** my nut Straight gangsta, n***as 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 n***as Dyin 4 Rap, rap dyin for me [Young Noble] 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 n***as mad how we rob, Makaveli's the blame n***as Dyin 4 Rap, I'm dyin to snap Life was a game of dice, n***as 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 [Cuban Link] 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 n***as got balls but no heart Who wanna run wit the dot dada, n***a come holla from the Bronx Where they gun down punks for one dollar