Lighters Up

Lil' Kim

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    I come from Bed-Stuy
    Where niggaz either do or they gone die
    Gotta keep the Ratchett close by
    Someone murdered

    Nobody seen, nobody heard it
    Just another funeral service
    Niggaz will get at you
    Come through shinin', they yap you

    In broad daylight kidnap you
    Best get clap through
    Police stay on us like tattoos
    Niggaz only grind 'cuz we have to

    Money is power
    Sling crack, weed and powder
    Fiends come through every hour
    It's all about that dollar

    And we no deal with cowards
    Weak lamb get devoured
    By the lion in the concrete jungle
    The strong stand and rumble

    The weak fold and crumble
    It's the land of trouble
    Brooklyn home of the greatest rappers
    BIG comes first then the queen comes after

    Now put your lighters up, Bed-Stuy
    Put your lighters up, New York
    Put your lighters up, D.C.
    Keep putting your lighters up, Philadelphia

    Put your lighters up, Detroit
    Put your lighters up, Chi-town
    Keep putting them lighters up
    No matter where you from, put your lighters up

    Now, let me give you a walk through
    Show you what to do and you don't do
    Where its not safe to go to
    Them boys approach you

    Better say quick who you close to
    Don't come through if niggaz don't know you
    'Cuz people is talking
    The streets is watching

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    The G's is lurking
    Stash the nine in the garbage
    The life of a hustla
    The life of a gambler

    Dice game, kill more niggaz than cancer
    You know who you fuck with
    Brooklyn don't run, we run shit
    Roll up and just bumrush shit

    We don't play that
    Out in Bk, not at all
    For a pound leave your face on the wall
    R.I.P in memory of

    Never show thy enemies love
    We get it on where we live
    You better have a pass when you cross that bridge
    Welcome to Brooklyn

    Put your lighters up, LA
    Put your lighters up, VA
    Put your lighters up, Texas
    Keep putting your lighters up, New Orleans

    Put your lighters up, St. Louis
    Put your lighters up, A-T-L
    Keep putting them lighters up
    No matter where you from, put your lighters up

    Damn homie, I'm so tore
    And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more
    And I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more
    But fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more

    We in the club like
    (Damn homie, I'm so tore)
    Lighting the dutch like
    (And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more)
    Passing the bub like
    (And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more)
    Back at the bar like
    (Fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more)

    See, BIG done told you
    I'm the hottest bitch on the planet
    Biggest sex symbol, since Janet
    There's a Nolte bandit

    Laying in the cut like a bandage
    Come through Fulton St. in the vanquish
    Doing them damage
    And if you don't understand it

    Then let me give it to you in Spanish
    Soy la senorita mas Linda del
    Barrios y lo es abo tu eres despacio
    Still over in Brazil, sipping Mescotto

    You must of forgot though
    So I'mma take you back to the block yo
    Put you on to how we rock yo
    Some are boosting

    12-year olds prostituting
    Hit-men hired for execution, there's no solution
    Niggaz, still piss in the hallways
    Fiends get high on em' all day

    The youth them bang at the cops off the roof
    If you don't know my town is the truth
    Welcome to Brooklyn

    Now put your lighters up, New Jersey
    Put your lighters up, Boston
    Put your lighters up, B-More
    Keep putting your lighters up, Miami

    Put your lighters up, Puerto Rico
    Put your lighters up, Kingston, Jamaica
    Keep putting them lighters up
    No matter where you from, put your lighters up

    Damn homie, I'm so tore
    And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more
    And I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more
    But fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more

    We in the club like
    (Damn homie, I'm so tore)
    Lighting the dutch like
    (And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more)
    Passing the bub like
    (And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more)
    Back at the bar like
    (Fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more)

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