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Will Die 4 You - Lil' Kim

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

How many niggas die for you
How many get a quiche the pie, wit you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then 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 know you type of
Let man get struck, never strike back
Stay in the street, days a week
Shit get hot, you blaze your heat
Stupid motherfucker play me sweet
So I 'em on his toes, that way he never sleeps
than the king and the Pope, sling no dope
Call me anything but
When on, I guarantee my team don't choke
a war, you niggas better bring yo' force
And when I say we won't quit, believe shit
I talk about a Benz, let you see the 6
And when I'm to a ho, let you meet my bitch
When Puff talk, you niggas take heed to

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Yo, if you to act, we came to scrap
We beef '89, still watch your
A nigga smack me, I'mma smack 'em
If it to the guns, then that be that
And lately, niggas snake me, just make me
Wanna 'em heat without AC
I'm sweet, taste me
How much you really it?
Enough to put a on it or your deal 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 my own shit, like I'm on my own dick
My day be short, coke, raid the fort
I'm knocked by the cops, blaze 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 bills with Teddy Roosevelt
Better down, tellin' you now, put the dough down
Kick your door down, the block
you go now?
Fifty shots at you and that is not a whole round
Way I leave the furniture, it was co-found
Here's the low-down, messin' with Mase gotta go
What more could I say but hey, you niggas know now

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[Lil'
Motherfuckin' right I'mma roll my motherfuckin' dogs
Bitches ain't around when time to go to war
This shit here, nothing to fuck
I'm the same bitch all ya'll wanna try ya'll with
Lil' Kim spread syphilis
You I'm pussy?
I dare you to stick your in this
Chrome 4-4, in the 6-0-0, shit's ridiculous
Speak when spoken to and only with permission
Like E.F. Hutton, I talk, niggas listen
So ya'll be mad at me, 'cause I'm the Q to the B
To the E-E
Copped my CD, now all wanna be me
See me on the TV, beds dip in 3-D
Peep the CD, out and phoned out
My shit is for, your shit is loaned out
I gets it on, keep growin'
Ice fully glowin', plus I'm bad to the
In the zone, I hold my own when the pain is gone
a splinter I enter
So why should I throw my in those
Do a bit upstate and the weight for your troubles
My nigga B.I.G, I'mma for
But it too many niggas that I'd die for

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