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Will Die 4 You - Lil' Kim

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

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

Daddy]
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Well, I'mma ride for you, would you for me?
Well, I'mma die for you, you die for me?
Obviously, we all know you of cats
Let they man get struck, strike back
Stay in the street, seven a week
Shit get hot, you never blaze your
Stupid motherfucker wanna play me
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 it's on, I guarantee my don't choke
Want a war, you niggas better bring yo'
And when I say we quit, believe this shit
I talk about a Benz, let you see the 6
And when I'm talkin' to a ho, let you meet my
When Puff talk, you niggas heed to this

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Yo, if you down to act, we came to
We '89, still watch your back
A smack me, I'mma smack 'em back
If it lead to the guns, then be that
And lately, niggas snake me, just make me
send 'em heat without AC
Thinks I'm sweet, me
How you really want it?
Enough to put a mil' on it or deal on it?
This Cancun, guess 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, 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 like a man below 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
your door down, surround the block
Where you go
shots spit at you and that is not a whole round
Way I the furniture, think it was co-found
Here's the low-down, messin' with Mase gotta go
What more I say but hey, guess you niggas know now

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[Lil'
Motherfuckin' right I'mma roll my motherfuckin' dogs
Bitches ain't around it's time to go to war
This shit here, to fuck with
I'm the same bitch all ya'll wanna try luck with
Lil' Kim spread syphilis
You think I'm
I dare you to stick dick in this
Chrome 4-4, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, shit's
Speak you're spoken to and only with permission
E.F. Hutton, when I talk, niggas listen
So don't 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, chromed out and out
My shit is for, your shit is loaned out
I gets it on, keep growin'
Ice fully glowin', 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 take the 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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