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mase – will they die 4 you? – lil’ kim lyrics

yeah, how many n-gg-z that’ll die for you
how many get the keys like to —
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout those that get high with you
n-gg-z know, infrareds on ya head and they ride with you

verse one: puff daddy

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
while i’ma ride for you, would you ride for me?
while i’ma die for you, would you die for me?
obviously, we all know you type of cats
let they man get struck, never strike back
stay in the streets, seven days a week
sh-t get hot, you never glaze your heat
stupid motherf-cker wanna play me sweet
so i keep ’em on his toes, that way he never sleeps
— than the king and the pope, sling no dope
call me anything but broke
when it’s on, i guarantee my team don’t choke
wanna war, you n-gg-z better bring yo 4
and when i say we won’t quit, believe this sh-t
when i talk about a benz, let you see the 6
and when i’m talkin’ to a hoe, let you meet my b-tch
when puff talk, you n-gg-z take — of this

chorus

verse two: mase

yo, if you down to act, we can to scr-p
we beef ’89, still watch your back
a n-gg- smack me, i’ma smack ’em back
if it lead to the guns, then that be that
and lately, n-gg-z that snake me, just make me
wanna send ’em heat without ac
thinks i’m sweet, taste me
how much you really want it?
enough to put a mil on it or your deal on it?
this year canc–n gets on gone with
my own n-gg-z, see i pay my own trip
make my own chips, i copped my own 6
i knock my own sh-t, like i’m on my own d-ck
my day be short, —, raid the fort
i’m knocked by the cops, come blaze the court
and though n-gg-z —
disrespect —
like a —
me, i always have, so i never go for self
had thousand dollar bills with teddy roosevelt
better slow down, tellin’ you now, —
kick your door down, surround the block
where you go now?
fifty shots spit at you and that is not a whole round
way i leave the furniture, think it was cold found
here’s the low-down, messin’ with mase gotta go down
what more could i say but hey, guess you n-gg-z know now

chorus

verse three: lil’ kim

motherf-ckin’ right i’ma roll with my motherf-ckin’ dogs
cause b-tches ain’t around when it’s time to go to war
this sh-t here, nothing to f-ck with
i’m the same b-tch all y’all wanna try y’all luck with
little kim spread like syphilis
you think i’m p-ssy?
i dare you to stick your d-ck in this
chrome 44, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, sh-t’s rediculous
speak when you’re spoken to and only with permission
like e.f. hudden, when i talk, n-gg-z listen
so don’t y’all be mad at me, cause i’m the q to the b
to the motherf-ckin’ e-e
popped my cd, now all y’all wanna be me
see me on the tv, —
peep the steedy, chromed out and phoned out
my sh-t is paid for, your sh-t is loaned out
i keeps it on, money keep growin’
ice fully glowin’, plus i’m bad to the bone
in the danger zone, i hold my own when the pain is gone
like a splinter ya enter
so why should i throw my blows and —
do a bid upstate and take the weight for your troubles
my n-gg- big, i’ma ride for
but it ain’t to many n-gg-z that i’d die for

chorus

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