Yeah
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1 - How many niggas that'll die for you
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How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you
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I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
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Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you
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How many niggas that'll die for you
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How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you
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I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
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Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you
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[Puff Daddy]
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Well, I'mma ride for you, would you ride for me?
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Well, I'mma die for you, would you die for me?
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Obviously, we all know you type of cats
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Let they man get struck, never strike back
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Stay in the street, seven days a week
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Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat
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Stupid motherfucker wanna play me sweet
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So I keep 'em on his toes, that way he never sleeps
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Bigger than the king and the Pope, sling no dope
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Call me anything but broke
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When it's on, I guarantee my team don't choke
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Want a war, you niggas better bring yo' force
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And when I say we won't quit, believe this shit
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When I talk about a Benz, let you see the 6
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And when I'm talkin' to a ho, let you meet my bitch
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When Puff talk, you niggas take heed to this
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Repeat 1
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[Mase]
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Yo, if you down to act, we came to scrap
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We beef '89, still watch your back
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A nigga smack me, I'mma smack 'em back
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If it lead to the guns, then that be that
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And lately, niggas that snake me, just make me
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Wanna send 'em heat without AC
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Thinks I'm sweet, taste me
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How much you really want it?
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Enough to put a mil' on it or your deal on it?
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This year Cancun, guess who I'm going wit
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My own niggas, see I pay my own trip
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Make my own chips, I copped my own 6
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I knock my own shit, like I'm on my own dick
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My day be short, need coke, raid the fort
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I'm knocked by the cops, come blaze the court
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And though niggas die for, go on the shelf
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Disrespect and spend like a man below your belt
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Me, I always had, so I never go for self
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Had thousand dollar bills with Teddy Roosevelt
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Better slow down, tellin' you now, put the dough down
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Kick your door down, surround the block
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Where you go now?
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Fifty shots spit at you and that is not a whole round
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Way I leave the furniture, think it was co-found
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Here's the low-down, messin' with Mase gotta go down
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What more could I say but hey, guess you niggas know now
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Repeat 1
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[Lil' Kim]
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Motherfuckin' right I'mma roll with my motherfuckin' dogs
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Bitches ain't around when it's time to go to war
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This shit here, nothing to fuck with
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I'm the same bitch all ya'll wanna try ya'll luck with
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Lil' Kim spread like syphilis
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You think I'm pussy?
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I dare you to stick your dick in this
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Chrome 4-4, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, shit's ridiculous
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Speak when you're spoken to and only with permission
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Like E.F. Hutton, when I talk, niggas listen
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So don't ya'll be mad at me, cuz I'm the Q to the B
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To the motherfuckin' E-E
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Copped my CD, now all ya'll wanna be me
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See me on the TV, beds will dip in 3-D
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Peep the CD, chromed out and phoned out
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My shit is paid for, your shit is loaned out
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I gets it on, money keep growin'
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Ice fully glowin', plus I'm bad to the bone
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In the danger zone, I hold my own when the pain is gone
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Like a splinter I enter
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So why should I throw my blows in those
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Do a bit upstate and take the weight for your troubles
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My nigga B.I.G, I'mma ride for
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But it ain't too many niggas that I'd die for
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Repeat 1
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Will they die 4 you?
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| Lil' Kim |
