Fredro Starr: I don't wanna

[Chorus: Aaron Hall]God, I'm callin, yes I'm callinFor you, please help meOn the journey, please[Fredro Starr]When I die, I wanna die like Princess DiBlastin Ready to Die late night pushin a fiveHit the Westside high, doing ninety fiveLet the will go, like "fuck it" closin my eyesTired of living, have my niggas die in the prisonCatch a bullet wit my back turned, God forbiddenSo be the next rapper to die, what if it was me?Cuz see now ya face flash on the MTVFront page of the paper, front of The SourceJealous niggas laughin, pain, and feel no remorseEvery mornin kissin my moms, readin from psalmsOther rappers showin love, dedicatin me songsWhen I'm gone, thugs'll analyze the last days verseHear the pain and the flow of my life is cursedWakin up wit the smell of death, shakin in cold sweatsNightmares, every night, breathin of short breathWit gun to my head, won't be makin me more stressedThe second chance of life, got me feelin I'm Lord blessedI'm God sent, here to talk to the childrenTeach them not to blast they gats wit no feelingTeach them not to stash they cracks by the buildingTeach 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 callinFor you, (I don't wanna die) please help meOn the journey, please[Fredro Starr]What up B-Wiz? It's been quite some timeI ain't see you in a while, since you left in '89And I still got the demos, before we got signedEvery rhyme I write, you be in the back of my mindYo Big L, congratulations dog, your shit when goldAlways knew you was a nice nigga, destined to beSeen you uptown, burnin niggas, testin ya flowHad to catch a plane, I gave you a pound, hand it overFreaky Tah, what up my nigga, damn you still look flyYou in heaven and you still gettin high, pass the lyeShit yo Eazy, what up dog, I know we never metUsed to bang Niggaz With Attitude, cleanin the techRespect ya gangsta since the video, you rhymed in the jailThen you popped up on the stage, that shit was hard as hallMy nigga Pun, what up son? I ain't forget you kidI'm still rewindin and succedin on the joint that we didNeighborhood, damn the world, only got one verseWhat up Banky, who thought you would of made it here firstBig and Pac rollin dice like they never had beefBig Stretch, side bettin, standin next to Trouble TThought I never met Kadafi, what up God, peaceBy the way, you heard the record that I did wit your peeps?It's love, Buffy the Beatbox, Moore Spurgs, Scott LaRockDyin 4 Rap, for love of hip-hop, we all die[Chorus to fade]