[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 niggas nailed to the cross
  If you Christ to the game, nigga, die for the cost
  Send flames out to S-5, 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 niggas 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 bitchin
  Push the hottest structure, deep dishin, stack dollars and buck
  Shootouts, got the hood hot as a fuck
  My criminal demeanor, got snagged and tash, sizin me up
  Searchin the Beamer, niggas 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, 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
  
  [Noreaga]
  Them niggas Dyin 4 Rap, rap dyin for me
  You can't see me a muthafucka, hot as me
  You see me dip through the traffic and I turn it up
  Them chicks takin ecstacy to suck my nut
  Straight gangsta, niggas 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 niggas 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
  Niggas mad how we rob, Makaveli's the blame
  Niggas Dyin 4 Rap, I'm dyin to snap
  Life was a game of dice, niggas 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 niggas got balls but no heart
  Who wanna run wit the dot dada, nigga come holla from the Bronx
  Where they gun down punks for one dollar