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Will Die 4 You - Lil' Kim

1 - How niggas that'll die for you
How many get a like the pie, wit you
I talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, they ride with you

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

[Puff
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Well, I'mma for you, would you ride for me?
Well, die for you, would you die for me?
Obviously, we all know you type of
Let they man get struck, strike back
Stay in the street, days a week
get hot, you never blaze your heat
Stupid wanna play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, that way he sleeps
than the king 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, believe this
I talk about a Benz, let you see the 6
And when I'm talkin' to a ho, let you my bitch
When Puff talk, you niggas heed to this

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Yo, if you to act, we came to scrap
We beef '89, watch your back
A nigga me, I'mma smack 'em back
If it lead to the guns, then be that
And lately, niggas snake me, just make me
Wanna send 'em heat 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, who I'm going wit
My own niggas, see I pay my own
my own chips, I copped my own 6
I knock my own shit, I'm on my own dick
My day be short, need coke, raid the
I'm knocked by the cops, blaze the court
And though niggas die for, go on the
Disrespect and spend a man below your belt
Me, I always had, so I go for self
Had thousand dollar bills with Roosevelt
Better slow down, tellin' you now, put the down
Kick door down, surround the block
Where you go
Fifty shots spit at you and is not a whole round
Way I the furniture, think it was co-found
Here's the low-down, messin' with Mase go down
What more could I say but hey, guess you know now

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[Lil'
Motherfuckin' right roll with my motherfuckin' dogs
Bitches ain't around it's time to go to war
This shit here, nothing to fuck
I'm the same bitch all ya'll try ya'll luck with
Lil' Kim like syphilis
You think I'm
I dare you to stick dick in this
Chrome 4-4, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, ridiculous
Speak when you're spoken to and only 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 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, your shit is out
I gets it on, money keep
Ice glowin', plus I'm bad to the bone
In the danger zone, I hold my own when the is gone
Like a splinter I
So why should I my blows in those
Do a bit upstate and take the weight for your
My nigga B.I.G, I'mma for
But it ain't too many that I'd die for

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