Fredro Starr piosenki

[Fredro Starr] But real niggas never die, word up I throw my guns up for niggas locked up To all my project niggas, niggas on chrome To all my hustlers, my dealers Fuck the squealers, word up My ghetto inmates and fallen soldiers To all my ignint bented bitche...

Aiyo, we big shots, we big shots And we done fucked all ya bitches, ya bitches I only fucks wit' my niggas, my niggas So we them true-to-life killas, killas We takin' 'Other People Money', they money And then we buyin' all the cars, the cars Man bump 'e...

[Fredro Starr]: They say you wanna be the best you gotta beat the best so you know I'm comin in the game straight at [Guy]: You comin at the game [Fredro Starr]: Stright up. I'm comin like whatever Firestarr sup my bitches my niggas yeah what the fuck is u...

[Chorus 2X: Begetz] 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] Aiyo, I roll wit the Gods and them, the Stars and them Hund...

[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,...

[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 flam...

[Chorus 2X: X-1 & Mieva] We put lights in the chains, baby, that's what's up Strobe lights in the range, baby, that's what's up High beams in the bracelets, that's what's up Electric diamonds, baby, that's what's up [Fredro Starr] Aiyo I pull up in some b...

[Chorus: Aaron Hall] God, I'm callin, yes I'm callin For you, please help me On the journey, please [Fredro Starr] When I die, I wanna die like Princess Di Blastin Ready to Die late night pushin a five Hit the Westside high, doing ninety five Let the will go...

[Verse 1: Fredro Starr] You know it gotta be gangsta When Other Peoples Money in the place You ain't gangsta when otha peoples guns in ya face You are Pranksta already caught one...In ya face If you was gangsta, you woulda had ya gun in your waist You don't re...

(Talking) There's two things in the world I ain't never seen, know what I'm sayin'? A space ship and the bitch I need, ha, ya heard? New shit yo, you know you tell me when you want some half of Miss Shorty, right? You want the bitch to give you some brains or...

*Fredro talking* Now lemme do the intro What up yo?, yo i'm Smokin this joint right And I was thinkin, what if I could make The perfect bitch, get all the bitches I like Knumsayin?And make my own bitch, fuck that, yo , yo Chorus:3x If I could make the perfect...

[Sunshine-Chorus] I see your true colors, shinin through I see your true colors, an' that's why I love you I see your true colors, shinin through I see your true colors, an' that's why I love you [Verse 1: Fredro Starr] Yo, father forgive, we all...

[Chorus: Fredro Starr] I'm a soldier, ready for war, ready to shoot I'm a warrior, ready to die for my troops I'm a baller, skatin on chrome, pushin the Coupe I'm a hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler Told ya, ready for war, ready to shoot I'm a warrior, ready...

[Chorus] All my real street niggaz throw your guns up Throw your guns up, throw your guns up I'd rather have enemies Cause fear last longer than love In the streets nothing stronger than thug We all bleed the same color Weather you a Crip or a Blood You want...

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 a...

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 a elfadolough you know how we do this shit I be thinkin about is crazy...

Chorus:1x Who fuck betta then me, get sex wetter then me Go down betta then me, can ya man girlfriend You look better wit me, fantasy, you wishin That ya man could be, slide ya body down the pole Baby dance wit me, put ya legs on the dash Boo be freaky wit me,...