People Money, they money And then we buyin all the cars, the cars Man bump 'em on chrome, chrome Besides that yo we stars, we stars [Fredro Starr] I'
(feat. Capone-N-Noreaga, Cuban Link, Young Noble) [Fredro Starr] Dyin 4 Rap, the remix saga, throwin shots to the top Catch you comin out ya Bentley
[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
'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
[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
zip down my dickey Avoidin hickeys, I don't love ya hoes for nothin Smack a bitch, and you think I'm frontin, playa, trick [Chorus x2] [Fredro Starr
(feat. Aaron Hall) [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
[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
(feat. Sticky Fingaz, X-1) [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
[Fredro] [x] Go Rambo Go Rambo Go Rambo Go Rambo (OK) Go Rambo Go Rambo Go Rambo Go Rambo (Yo) [Fredro] Why you hating on fire niggaz can't knock the
(feat. T Hussle, Dirty Getinz) [Verse 1: Fredro Starr] You know it gotta be gangsta When Other Peoples Money in the place You ain't gangsta when otha
that's why I love you I see your true color, shinin through I see your true color, an' that's why I love you [Verse 1: Fredro Starr] Yo, father forgive
than thug We all bleed the same color Weather you a Crip or a Blood You want more you'll be comin with slugs [Verse 1: Fredro Starr] Yo Yo The head
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
[Chorus: x1] 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
streets, thugs and the creeps Dilapidated playgrounds where kids play Broke swings and glass Dirt for grass, they run and they laugh Benz parked by the projects, Idle objects Kids stare
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
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 Hundred
