[Fredro Starr]: 
Dyin' 4 rap, the remix saga, throwin' shots to the top 
Catch [bad word] #39; out ya Bentley drop  [bad word] up, open a block, empty the glock 
I'm dyin' 4 rap, rap niggas nailed to the cross 
If you Christ to the game, [bad word]  die for the cost 
Send flames out to S-5, killin' ya Porshe 
Took a step back from the game, watch ya flip 
Did a few flips, [bad word] a few chicks, you can't [bad word] with me 
Bullet to bullet baby, check the glocks 
Spit slugs, one after another, play "connect the shots" 
 [bad word] the flame, had another doc to range 
Make ya head rest part of ya brain, like that 
Bulletproof rap, rap with a gun in my back 
Two G's got niggas still throwin' they gats 
Onceyou 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 double pharoah 
I speak wisdom, rebellin' on the BC spit 
My intuition on streets, keep [bad word] #39; 
Push the hottest [bad word]  deep dishin' stack dollars and buck 
Shootouts, got the hood hot as a [bad word] 
My criminal demeanor, got snagged and tash, sizin' me up 
Searchin the Beamer, niggas question who [bad word] with 
vest, a tech, and extra gun clip 
What you say might get your son hit 
Queensbridge, where my duns live 
Kiam was destined [bad word]  since my mother's stomach 
Understand what I am, a prophet, poetical targets for sabatage 
You can't stop me, gorilla at large, [bad word] a murder charge 
I spray at ya block, I spray at the cops 
I'm a hater, ya wrist shinin' and I [bad word] #39; 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 

[Norega]: 
Them niggas dyin' 4 rap, rap dyin' for me 
You can't see me a [bad word]  hot as me 
You see me dip through the traffic and I turn it up 
Them chicks takin' Ecstasy to suck my nut 
Straight gangsta, [bad word] me to Suge 
But they say I'm more fouler, yeah they should 
I got the "What? What" aout 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, yeah 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 [bad word] 
You dyin' to ride [bad word]  you dyin' to lie stiff 
Frm dyin' to bar quick, get off my [bad word] 
I'm like a fire starter, I wet ya car with FireStarr 
And garment before the cops'll call 
Shot you far dawg, ain't [bad word] #39; away 
With 'Pac involved son, it can be done today 
Thug we dyin' for the cause, burners told you Outlaw 
Young Nob's, 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 than coke without the bakin' soda 
 [bad word] or sober, jump out the Rover, and fold you with a crowbar 
Throw a rop 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 [bad word] across God 
No hold barred, most niggas got balls but no heart 
Who [bad word] with the dot dada, [bad [bad word] holla from the Bronx 
Where they gun down punks for one dollar