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Notorious B.I.G. Lyrics for Song: Would You Die For Me
 Lyrics for Album: Born Again [1999]
 
 
 
 38173>[Notorious B.I.G.]
 
 Venue after venue, I've been through
 
 Coming to the telly, so I can bend you
 
 Send you to the store, condoms and more
 
 Jealous females, call you sluts and whores
 
 Could it be my hardcore metaphor
 
 Make sweat pour on the bedroom floor
 
 Open up the Lex door
 
 Jump on in, I'm kind of tired
 
 I'm a roll blunts while you spin
 
 You got your license, right? Alright, no swerving
 
 Hair blonde out, Madonna style like a virgin
 
 Splurging, Dom P., Ro-se
 
 Much foreplay, that's my forte
 
 Niggas see the ring, baguettes to death
 
 She looking for a man, honey he just left
 
 Violate me, he get beat to death
 
 Goodfellas squeeze every shell they got left
 
 Grand Marnier increase the don strength
 
 Two four-fifths within my arms length
 
 With a calm breath I say we gots to float
 
 Throw Little Cease the keys to the boat
 
 Tongue all down her throat, you know the routine
 
 Got my dick large like Bruce Springsteen
 
 And you mean too, eyes greenish blue
 
 Got the Coogi sweater with the bubble Fubu
 
 Beautiful, that's how the night goes
 
 Get out them tight clothes
 
 Get in some night clothes
 
 I invite those girls that smoke lye
 
 Keep it real with you
 
 You keep it real with I
 
 We be tight like frog's ass
 
 Have you screaming "Biggie, Biggie give me one more chance"
 
 
 
 [Chorus]
 
 [Puff Daddy]
 
 Would you ride with me? (Yeah)
 
 Would you lie for me? (That's right)
 
 Would you get high with me? (For sure)
 
 Would you die for me? (No doubt)
 
 (Repeat)
 
 
 
 [Lil' Kim]
 
 These hoes don't treat you like I treat you
 
 Like my contacts, I can see right through
 
 Don't they know me and you is stuck like glue?
 
 Queen Bitch means number one and two
 
 Wifey, ya'll ain't got to like me
 
 Go head and act dumb, you'll just catch a hot one
 
 Y'all know where I'm from
 
 Bucktown, lay your ass down
 
 You don't wanna play around (with me)
 
 Probably just mad because Frank chose me
 
 A fly cu-tie, you just a grou-pie
 
 Girls call my telephone just to hang up
 
 While me and you is in the crib, laying up
 
 Oh he ain't tell you that we live together
 
 And that we gonna have a kid together
 
 Whatever, me intimidated, never
 
 Anything you give to him, he give it right to Kim
 
 Anyway, I fuck better than you
 
 Give head better than you, pussy get wetter than you
 
 If I fuck another nigga, don't mean nothing
 
 B.I.G. is in my heart from the start
 
 Whether broke or rich, I'm a stay his bitch
 
 Chicks who used to be around, where they at now?
 
 (See I don't care bout them other broads)
 
 B.I.G. kept it real with me, and that's that
 
 
 
 [Chorus fade out]
 
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