[Verse 1: 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' for rap, rap n***as nailed to the cross
If you Christ to the game, n***a, die for the cost
Send flames out to S5, killin' ya Porsche
Took a step back from the game, watch ya flip
Did a few flips, fucked a few chicks, you can't fuck wit' me
Bullet to bullet, baby, check the Glocks
Spit slugs, one after another, play "connect the shots"
Cock 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' for rap

[Verse 2: Capone]
To America's system, I'm a double felon
I speak wisdom, rebellin' on the beast, heat spittin'
My intuition on streets, keep bitchin'
Push the hottest trucks on deep dish and stack dollars and buck
Shootouts, got the hood hot as a fuck
My criminal demeanor, got snag-and-tag sizin' me up
Searchin' the Beamer, n***as question who I run wit'
A vest, a Tec, an extra gun clip
What you say might get your son hit
Queensbridge, where my dunns 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, fuck a murder charge
I spray at ya block, I spray at the cops
I'm a hater, ya wrist shinin' and I fuckin' 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
[Verse 3: Noreaga]
Them n***as dyin' for rap, rap dyin' for me
You can't see a muthafucka high as me
You see me dip through the traffic and I turn it up
Them chicks takin' ecstacy to suck my nut
Straight gangsta, n***as compare me to Suge
But they say I'm more fouler – yeah, they should
I got the "What? What?" movie about to fade the hood
I still got coke on the streets, you know I'm good
I'm from Queens, infrared beams and Carhartt jeans
Them n***as dyin' for rap, rap dyin' for me

[Verse 4: Young Noble]
This ain't no battle of the beast, this a battle with heat
Battle in the streets, battle 'til we six feet deep
Outlaw warrior, yeah, Makaveli trained
N***as mad how we rob, Makaveli's the blame
N***as dyin' for 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 stiff
From dyin' to bar quick, get off my dick
I'm like a fire starter, I wet ya car wit' Firestarr
And gone before the cops is called
Shot you far, dog, ain't no runnin' away
With Pac involved, son, it can be done today
Thug, we dyin' for the cause, born a soldier Outlaw
Young Nob'e, stayin' raw in this world of war
[Verse 5: Cuban Link]
Yo, I'm the Spanish Casanova, livin' lavish
24 Karat choker, far from marriage, in Paris
With talkin' parrots on my shoulder, hold up
They mad all over 'cause Cuban is taking over, thought I told ya
I'm doper then coke without the baking 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 all parts, like Joan Of Arc
In Crotona Park, brawlin' '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 rumb' with the Don Dada?
N***a, come holla!
From the Bronx, where they gun down punks for one dollar