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Will Die 4 You - Lil' Kim

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

[Puff
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Well, I'mma ride for you, 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 back
Stay in the street, seven days a
Shit get hot, you never blaze heat
Stupid motherfucker wanna play me
So I keep 'em on his toes, that way he never
Bigger the king and the Pope, sling no dope
Call me anything but
When it's on, I guarantee my team choke
Want a war, you niggas bring yo' force
And when I say we won't quit, this shit
When I talk a Benz, let you see the 6
And when I'm talkin' to a ho, let you my bitch
When talk, you niggas take heed to this

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Yo, if you to act, we came to scrap
We beef '89, still your back
A nigga smack me, I'mma 'em back
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 you really want it?
Enough to put a on it or your deal on it?
This Cancun, guess 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, 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
and spend like a man below your belt
Me, I always had, so I never go for
Had thousand dollar bills Teddy Roosevelt
Better slow down, tellin' you now, put the down
Kick your down, surround 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 more could I say but hey, guess you know now

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[Lil'
Motherfuckin' right I'mma with my motherfuckin' dogs
Bitches ain't around it's time to go to war
This shit here, nothing to fuck
I'm the bitch all ya'll wanna try ya'll luck with
Lil' Kim spread syphilis
You I'm pussy?
I you to stick your dick in this
4-4, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, shit's ridiculous
Speak when you're spoken to and only with
E.F. Hutton, when I talk, niggas listen
So don't ya'll be mad at me, 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, chromed out and out
My shit is paid for, your is loaned out
I it on, money keep growin'
Ice glowin', plus I'm bad to the bone
In the danger zone, I hold my own the pain is gone
a splinter I enter
So why I throw my blows in those
Do a bit upstate and the weight for your troubles
My nigga B.I.G, ride for
But it too many niggas that I'd die for

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