Firestarr

Fredro Starr lyrics

Fredro Starr lyrics

"Dyin' 4 Rap Lyrics"

Winter Wonderland Lyrics
Sleigh bells ring, are you listening, In the lane, snow is glistenin' A beautiful sight, We're happy tonight, Walking in a winter wonderland. Gone away is the bluebird, Here to sta


[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 crash
Words Lyrics
Someone and someone were down by the pond Looking for something to plant in the lawn. Out in the fields they were turning the soil I'm sitting here hoping this water will boil When I look through the wi
ed 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
Drunk By Myself Lyrics
Uhh Uhh Where am I going? Where am I? Yo it's ill (Verse 1) Yo my wife's tired of fucking me Life tries ducking me Luckily I find 'em just at th

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
Tanzen Lyrics
DIE KINDER DIESER ERDE HABEN SICH VERNDERT - JAA VOM KOPF BIS FUSS VERKABELT, VERBRINGEN SIE EPILEPTISCH ZUCKEND IHRE FREIZEIT IN DEN CYBERSPACE - RAVEDANCE ARENAS UND BALLERN SICH MIT IHREN POCKET-PUMPGUNS
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 ups

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