Lil' Kim - Will They Die 4 You? Lyrics
Yeah1 - how many niggas that'll die for youHow many get a quiche like the pie, wit youI ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with youNiggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with youHow many niggas that'll die for youHow many get a quiche like the pie, wit youI ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with youNiggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you[puff daddy]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahWell, i'mma ride for you, would you ride for me?Well, i'mma die for you, would you die for me?Obviously, we all know you type of catsLet they man get struck, never strike backStay in the street, seven days a weekShit get hot, you never blaze your heatStupid mother*****er wanna play me sweetSo i keep 'em on his toes, that way he never sleepsBigger than the king and the pope, sling no dopeCall me anything but brokeWhen it's on, i guarantee my team don't chokeWant a war, you niggas better bring yo' forceAnd when i say we won't quit, believe this shitWhen i talk about a benz, let you see the 6And when i'm talkin' to a ho, let you meet my *****When puff talk, you niggas take heed to thisRepeat 1[mase]Yo, if you down to act, we came to scrapWe beef '89, still watch your backA nigga smack me, i'mma smack 'em backIf it lead to the guns, then that be thatAnd lately, niggas that snake me, just make meWanna send 'em heat without acThinks i'm sweet, taste meHow much you really want it?Enough to put a mil' on it or your deal on it?This year cancun, guess who i'm going witMy own niggas, see i pay my own tripMake my own chips, i copped my own 6I knock my own shit, like i'm on my own dickMy day be short, need coke, raid the fortI'm knocked by the cops, come blaze the courtAnd though niggas die for, go on the shelfDisrespect and spend like a man below your beltMe, i always had, so i never go for selfHad thousand dollar bills with teddy rooseveltBetter slow down, tellin' you now, put the dough downKick your door down, surround the blockWhere you go now?Fifty shots spit at you and that is not a whole roundWay i leave the furniture, think it was co-foundHere's the low-down, messin' with mase gotta go downWhat more could i say but hey, guess you niggas know nowRepeat 1[lil' kim]Mother*****in' right i'mma roll with my mother*****in' dogs*****es ain't around when it's time to go to warThis shit here, nothing to ***** withI'm the same ***** all ya'll wanna try ya'll luck withLil' kim spread like syphilisYou think i'm *****?I dare you to stick your dick in thisChrome 4-4, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, shit's ridiculousSpeak when you're spoken to and only with permissionLike e.f. hutton, when i talk, niggas listenSo don't ya'll be mad at me, cuz i'm the q to the bTo the mother*****in' e-eCopped my cd, now all ya'll wanna be meSee me on the tv, beds will dip in 3-dPeep the cd, chromed out and phoned outMy shit is paid for, your shit is loaned outI gets it on, money keep growin'Ice fully glowin', plus i'm bad to the boneIn the danger zone, i hold my own when the pain is goneLike a splinter i enterSo why should i throw my blows in thoseDo a bit upstate and take the weight for your troublesMy nigga b.i.g, i'mma ride forBut it ain't too many niggas that i'd die forRepeat 1
