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Will Die 4 You - Lil' Kim

1 - How many niggas die for you
How many get a like the pie, wit you
I ain't talkin' 'bout that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride you

How many niggas die for you
How many get a like the pie, wit you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those get high with you
Niggas know, if a on ya head, then they ride with you

Daddy]
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Well, ride for you, would you ride for me?
Well, I'mma die for you, you die for me?
Obviously, we all you type of cats
Let they man get struck, strike back
in the street, seven days a week
Shit get hot, you blaze your heat
Stupid motherfucker play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, that way he sleeps
Bigger than the and the Pope, sling no dope
Call me anything but
When on, I guarantee my team don't choke
Want a war, you better bring yo' force
And when I say we won't quit, this shit
When I about a Benz, let you see the 6
And when I'm talkin' to a ho, let you meet my
Puff talk, you niggas take heed to this

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Yo, if you down to act, we to scrap
We beef '89, still watch your
A nigga smack me, I'mma smack 'em
If it lead to the guns, that be that
And lately, niggas that snake me, just me
Wanna send 'em heat AC
Thinks I'm sweet, me
How much you really it?
Enough to put a mil' on it or your on it?
This year Cancun, guess who I'm wit
My own niggas, see I pay my own
my own chips, I copped my own 6
I knock my own shit, like I'm on my own
My day be short, need coke, the fort
I'm knocked by the cops, come the court
And niggas die for, go on the shelf
Disrespect and spend like a man your belt
Me, I had, so I never go for self
Had thousand dollar bills with Roosevelt
slow down, tellin' you now, put the dough down
Kick your door down, the block
Where you go
Fifty shots spit at you and that is not a whole
Way I leave the furniture, think it was
Here's the low-down, messin' with Mase gotta go
What could I say but hey, guess you niggas know now

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[Lil'
Motherfuckin' right I'mma roll with my dogs
Bitches ain't around when it's to go to war
This shit here, to fuck with
I'm the same bitch all ya'll try ya'll luck with
Kim spread like syphilis
You think I'm
I dare you to stick your dick in
Chrome 4-4, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, ridiculous
Speak when you're to and only with permission
Like E.F. Hutton, when I talk, niggas
So ya'll be mad at me, 'cause I'm the Q to the B
To the E-E
Copped my CD, now all ya'll be me
See me on the TV, will dip in 3-D
the CD, chromed out and phoned out
My shit is paid for, shit is loaned out
I gets it on, keep growin'
Ice glowin', plus I'm bad to the bone
In the danger zone, I hold my own when the pain is
Like a splinter I
So why I throw my blows in those
Do a bit upstate and the weight for your troubles
My nigga B.I.G, I'mma for
But it ain't too many niggas I'd die for

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