Firestarr

*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 bitch
She would look just like th-is
If i could make the perfect bitch

[verse 1]
She would look like mya, face like tamia
Lips like aaliyah, haircut like nia
Wit a twist of halle, body like jennifer
Physique like vivica, more soul then erykah
Not to say, bad as beyonce
Typical hood vitch like mary j, wit a
Ass like janet jackson, not toni braxton
Titties like janet jackson
Wit a splash of stacey dash, sittin phat
In prada bags, steppin out the topless jag
Skin tone like ananda, freak bitch like madonna
Wit a lotta prada, bada like donna
Legs long like tyra, and strong like mya
The perfect bitch jump into flames of fire
Brandy mixed wit monica, body like veronica, perfect bitch

Chorus:3x

[verse 2]
If i could make the perfect bitch
She would look just like thid, begettes on her wrist
Down on the crist, exotic bitches, switch wigs like kim
Choclate like fox boggie, draggin her timbs
Wit a smiley face, take the charge my bitch faithful
Malibu spilffs is where i take you, wish i was trapped
On a island, wavy hair like kimora simmions, the baddest
Bitch like trina, wit a ounce of christina, you might've
Seen her brickhouse like eve, in the black beemer
Not to tall like lisa leslie, more like lisa raye
Short a mix wit lisa"left eye", and lisa bonet
She kiss the dice when i gamble, catch me cheatin
Start a scandal like taral hicks, my ghetto naomi campbell
Eyes like vaness wills, dress to killin em softly like
Lauryn hill

Chorus:3x

Where my down south, perfect bitches at
Where my up top, perfect bitches at
Where my west coast, perfect bitches at
Where my ghetto, perfect bitches at
Where my project, perfect bitches at

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 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, like "fuck it" closin my eyes
Tired of living, have my niggas die in the prison
Catch a bullet wit my back turned, god forbidden
So be the next rapper to die, what if it was me?
Cuz see now ya face flash on the mtv
Front page of the paper, front of the source
Jealous niggas laughin, pain, and feel no remorse
Every mornin kissin my moms, readin from psalms
Other rappers showin love, dedicatin me songs
When i'm gone, thugs'll analyze the last days verse
Hear the pain and the flow of my life is cursed
Wakin up wit the smell of death, shakin in cold sweats
Nightmares, every night, breathin of short breath
Wit gun to my head, won't be makin me more stressed
The second chance of life, got me feelin i'm lord blessed
I'm god sent, here to talk to the children
Teach them not to blast they gats wit no feeling
Teach them not to stash they cracks by the building
Teach them bout the game of life, it's thug livin, we all day

[chorus]
(i don't wanna die) god, i'm callin, yes i'm callin
For you, (i don't wanna die) please help me
On the journey, please

[fredro starr]
What up b-wiz? it's been quite some time
I ain't see you in a while, since you left in '89
And i still got the demos, before we got signed
Every rhyme i write, you be in the back of my mind
Yo big l, congratulations dog, your shit when gold
Always knew you was a nice nigga, destined to be
Seen you uptown, burnin niggas, testin ya flow
Had to catch a plane, i gave you a pound, hand it over
Freaky tah, what up my nigga, damn you still look fly
You in heaven and you still gettin high, pass the lye
Shit yo eazy, what up dog, i know we never met
Used to bang niggaz with attitude, cleanin the tech
Respect ya gangsta since the video, you rhymed in the jail
Then you popped up on the stage, that shit was hard as hall
My nigga pun, what up son? i ain't forget you kid
I'm still rewindin and succedin on the joint that we did
Neighborhood, damn the world, only got one verse
What up banky, who thought you would of made it here first
Big and pac rollin dice like they never had beef
Big stretch, side bettin, standin next to trouble t
Thought i never met kadafi, what up god, peace
By the way, you heard the record that i did wit your peeps?
It's love, buffy the beatbox, moore spurgs, scott larock
Dyin 4 rap, for love of hip-hop, we all die

[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 more you'll be comin with slugs

[verse 1: fredro starr]
Yo yo
The head nigga in charge, king of new york
Greatest of all time, you wanna talk streets lets talk
We are the streets, forever check my war report
Theres no way out except entertainment, drugs and sports
Feds try to shut us down, without a reasonable doubt
Supreme cliental legal drug money on paper routes
Till the death do us part for money, power, respect
My road to riches dont want dies like life after death
Its hell on earth, the block is hot 400 degreez
The truth tell us what envy all eyes on me
A top-dawg said the game is to be sold not told
Pulled out the ill-matic 16 shots to your dome
Capital punishment black trash trapped in crime
The ghetto's trying to kill me, lisence to ill kriminal mind
To understand there was a comin' of age
We nigga'z fo' life, disaster strikes on judgement day

[chorus: 2x]
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 more you'll be comin with slugs

[verse 2: napoleon]
I ain't got time for dem lies, i gotta get mines
Muthafucka ask shyne he'll tell you i rise
Do 'em dirty this time, worked with phillis this time
You outta line tryin' to war with us shootin' that nine
Gotta our back against the wall, so its ball or die'
Outlaw (wha') cause of course u hate it, watch how we rise
Nigga i street talk, the gangsta' walk to be like this
Then i load 'em up, one by one shootin' dont miss
It's a critical game, we pledge plead for this blood
If you a thug it don't matter, the crypt fo' this cuz
Outlaw mutha, fucka then bust yo' rocket
Firestarr ~ n ~ other people attack yo' pocket

[e.d.i. mean]
Yo' it's serious biz-, we hand deliver this shit
If you want, it's door to door service
Hand 'em and scream makes it more worth it
Hold up i'm lying cause shit i'm gettin' money now
So i drop fifty thou. and take a trip back to the isle
Come back to the states like "shit what a vacation"
My mind on makaveli and this money we taken'
I'm gonna bust 'em and then vacate the scene
Before the sireen's scream, 2001 look how my team gleam
Comin' up quick, like we out there pitchin' them birdies
Terrorize the whole game, with my nigga'z from jersey
And if you in tha way well shit you be there long (huh)
We head strong, so fuck it nigga let'z get it on

[chorus: 2x]
All my real street niggaz throw your guns up
Throw your guns up, throw your guns up

[chorus: 2x]
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 more you'll be comin with slugs

[sunshine-chorus]
I see your true color, shinin through
I see your true color, an' 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, we all tryin to survive where we live
I'd rather feed the homeless eight times than talk to da kids
Show 'em life ain't no walk on the bridge
Damn as hard as it is, when i be dreamin i be talkin to b.i.g
In my hood it ain't no yellow brick road, we hear the shots echo
Sneakers hangin from a telephone pole
In my ghetto aint no rainbow wit pots a gold
But tha was love from tha family when tymes are cold
I seen n analyzed tha world from my project roof
An' seen the hope in tha eyes of a troubled youth
A good kid, i kept this burna in dis motha goose
A motherless child,lost in these streets loose
In the waterworlds away these are rainy days
My man got poped at an early age
These cowards run n say he flipped into his early grave
They say the good die young, we're headed for dem early gates

Chorus

[verse 2: fredro starr]
Yo,they say this love wasnt meant to be
2 people from 2 different worlds, we wasnt meant to be
It musta been fate you were sent to me
We'll make it through these hard tymes, eventually
Tha standard fight,walk by faith n not by sight
We're all tha same color when you turn off tha lights
I take tha sunshine with tha pain
Wear my saraguards sad,dats when it rains
No fridge, kept tha food on tha window payne
We all breathe tha same air so we all tha same
Im trapped in this ghetto maze tryna make it out
If you dont know me dont judge me, wuthcu talkin bout
Im far dividable of ard of tha broken dreams
Single mothas yall my heroes, yall my queens
To get my moms out tha hood, thats my hope n dreams
To raise my son to be a soldier by any means

Chorus to fade