[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
  Never put greens on top, never put fiends on lock
  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 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 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 know 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]