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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 those that get high 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 that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they 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 they man get struck, never strike
in the street, seven days a week
Shit get hot, you never blaze heat
motherfucker wanna play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, that way he never
Bigger than the king and the Pope, no dope
Call me but broke
When it's on, I guarantee my team choke
Want a war, you niggas bring yo' force
And when I say we quit, believe this shit
When I talk a Benz, let you see the 6
And I'm talkin' to a ho, let you meet my bitch
Puff talk, you niggas take heed to this

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Yo, if you down to act, we to scrap
We beef '89, watch your back
A nigga smack me, I'mma 'em back
If it to the guns, then that be that
And lately, niggas that snake me, just me
send 'em heat without AC
Thinks I'm sweet, me
How much you want it?
to put a mil' on it or your deal on it?
This year Cancun, who I'm going wit
My own niggas, see I pay my own
Make my own chips, I my own 6
I knock my own shit, like I'm on my own
My day be short, need coke, the fort
I'm by the cops, come blaze the court
And though niggas die for, go on the
Disrespect and spend like a man below 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 door down, surround the block
Where you go
Fifty spit at you and that is not a whole round
Way I leave the furniture, it was co-found
the low-down, messin' with Mase gotta go down
What could I say but hey, guess you niggas know now

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[Lil'
Motherfuckin' right I'mma roll with my motherfuckin'
ain't around when it's time to go to war
This shit here, to fuck with
I'm the same bitch all ya'll try ya'll luck with
Lil' Kim spread syphilis
You I'm pussy?
I you to stick your dick in this
Chrome 4-4, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, shit's
when you're 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 ya'll be me
See me on the TV, beds dip in 3-D
Peep the CD, chromed out and out
My shit is for, your shit is loaned out
I gets it on, money keep
Ice glowin', plus I'm bad to the bone
In the danger zone, I 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, ride for
But it ain't too many niggas I'd die for

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