Fredro Starr - Firestarr (2001) by Fredro Starr (보컬) on maniadb.com

[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 ups

(*puffin in background*)
Yo what up son?
Yea happy new years man,you too
Yea but its crazy cold out here right about now man
Yea I'm jus chillin in the coupe, k'nawm sayin?
Windows up, drivin through the city, smokin an L for dolo
You know how we do
This shit I be thinkin about is crazy son

What if Notorious was here? What if he was around?
would all these niggas claim to be king? Who would wear the crown?
Yo, what if 'Pac was still thuggin? What if he was alive?
Would all these niggas still be screamin out "ride or die"!
What if Milli Vanilli's record never skipped on stage?
They'd be the illest con niggas in the game today
Yo, what if Jordan never had Scottie?
What if Sammie never ratted Gotti?
What if New York without Giuliani?
What if Mike Tyson fought Ali in his prime?
What if Will Smith got gangsta, and start cursin rhymes?
What if Erick never met Parrish?
think they'd be makin dollas?
What if they neva made candy paint for Impalas?
my down south niggas'll wil' out,word up
my west coast niggas'll wil' out,word up
What if computers shut down for the Y2K?
What if N.W.A never had Dre?
What if Eminem was black? Would he have sold five mill'?
or would he be 1 out of 5 million rappers with no deal?
What if you had to pay for air?
a dollar a breath
half the hood would fuckin pass out and choke to death
What if hip hop was banned in 52 states?
they'd give you 5 years a piece
for wreckin cd's and tapes
What if the world stopped?
no more time,fuck a watch
What if there's no laws
no jails,and no more cops?

shit is crazy
shit I be thinkin about

yo, it's just questions
that I ask myself
when I analyze the world when I'm by myself
I think some bugged out shit when I'm by myself
drinkin weed smokin hennessee all by myself
questions,that I ask myself
when I analyze the world when I'm by myself
I think some bugged out shit when I'm by myself
drinkin weed smokin hennessee all by myself
its questions...that I ask myself

shit is craaazy,shit I be

We them killas that you read about
Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out
Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out
Takin other people money is what we all about

Aiyo, I roll wit the Gods and them, the stars and them
Hundred thousand dollar dollar cars and them
Firestar move deep like the mob and them
America mafia dot com and them
(Yo, dat be dem)
The wild life, livin it up
You get clapped for ya dough, instead of givin it up
(Yo, dat be dem)
Late nights, I-95
Coke in the rye, flashlights searchin the side
(Yo, dat be dem)
Shots howl, rollin wit kings
Thirty ninth street, B.D.'s bringin me greed
(Yo, dat be dem)
Goin uptown, coppin a war
Real shit, Dominicans wit they glocks at the door
Word up

We them killas that you read about
Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out
Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out
Takin other people money is what we all about

We them killas that you read about
Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out
Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out
Takin other people money is what we all about

Aiyo, the deans we don't fucks wit them, or rocks wit them
Before I get locked, I'mma bust shots at them
Broke bitches never trustin them, or lustin them
Pushin the back pocks so I can bust in them
(But, dat be dem)
After-party, sexin wit chicks
Ex-out in the mornin, still fuckin the bitch
(But, dat be dem)
Dice games 4,5,6
Well it's a drought, niggas holdin bout 4/5 bricks
(But, dat be dem)
The bartender hold me a gat
Gettin bottle after bottle, gettin sent to the back
(But, dat be dem)
Riker's Island, H.T.M
On the visit niggas, bringin weed taped to they
Timbs
Word up

We them killas that you read about
Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out
Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out
Takin other people money is what we all about

We them killas that you read about
Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out
Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out
Takin other people money is what we all about

Wild life, killa Queens, ya runs wit them
My dirty Brooklyn niggas, get one's wit them
Ferrari drop behind the Rover, that's my dunns and them
Rob who? what my niggas keep guns on them
(Dat be dem) X-5, GBM
Signal lights in the mirror, bitches next to them
(Dat be dem)
Glassware, cookin up drugs
In the club lost, lookin for love
(Dat be dem)
A hundred fans, chasin them down
Bitch niggas in the projects, hatin 'em now
(Dat be dem)
Takin holes, a coke and ya grow
Buyin clothes, just to open they nose and open they codes

We them killas that you read about
Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out
Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out
Takin other people money is what we all about

Fredro Starr F/ Jill Scott - True Colors

I see you're true colors shinning through
I see your true colors and that why I love you
I see your (one for the ghetto) true colors shinning through (straight up)
I see your true (I am make it out) colors and that's why I love you

Yo father forgive we all trying to survive were we live
I'd rather feed the homeless and take time talk to the kids
Show them that life ain't no walk on the bridge
Damn as hard it is when I be dreaming I be talking to Big
In my hood it ain't no yellow brick road you hear the shots echo
Sneakers hanging from a telephone poll
In my ghetto there aint no rainbow or pots o gold
But there was love from the family when times were cold
I sit an analyze the world from my roof seen the hope in the eyes of the trouble youth
A good killa kept a burner in his bubble goose a mother less child lost in these streets lose
In the murder days these are rainy days my man got poped at an early age
His college fund saved flipped into his grave they say the good die young were headed for them pearly gates

I see you're true colors shinning through I see your true colors and that why I love you
I see your true colors shinning through I see your true colors and that's why I love you

Yo they say this love wasn't meant to be
Two people from different worlds we wasn't be
It must have been faith you were sent to me
Will make it threw these hard times eventually
The standard fight brought by faith not by sight
We all the same color when u turn out the lights
I take the sunshine with the pain
Grab my Sara gone sad that when it rains
No French kept the food on the window pain
We all breath the same air so we all the same
I am trapped in this ghetto maze trying to make it out
If you don't know me don't judge me what you talking bout
I am dividable by broken dreams
Single moms you my heroes you my queens
To get my mom out the hood that is my hopes and dreams
to reach my son to be a solja by any means

I see you're true colors shinning through I see your true colors and that why I love you
I see your true colors shinning through I see your true colors and that's why I love you