Mase - Will They Die 4 You? Lyrics
Yeah1 - how many niggas thatll die for youHow many get a quiche like the pie, wit youI aint talkin bout those that get high with youNiggas know, if a reds on ya head, then they ride with youHow many niggas thatll die for youHow many get a quiche like the pie, wit youI aint talkin bout those that get high with youNiggas know, if a reds on ya head, then they ride with you[puff daddy]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahWell, imma ride for you, would you ride for me?Well, imma 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 its on, I guarantee my team dont chokeWant a war, you niggas better bring yo forceAnd when I say we wont quit, believe this shitWhen I talk about a benz, let you see the 6And when Im 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, imma 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 Im 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 Im going witMy own niggas, see I pay my own tripMake my own chips, I copped my own 6I knock my own shit, like Im on my own dickMy day be short, need coke, raid the fortIm 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-foundHeres 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 imma roll with my mother*****in dogs*****es aint around when its time to go to warThis shit here, nothing to ***** withIm the same ***** all yall wanna try yall luck withLil kim spread like syphilisYou think Im *****?I dare you to stick your dick in thisChrome 4-4, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, shits ridiculousSpeak when youre spoken to and only with permissionLike e.f. hutton, when I talk, niggas listenSo dont yall be mad at me, cuz Im the q to the bTo the mother*****in e-eCopped my cd, now all yall 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 growinIce fully glowin, plus Im 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, imma ride forBut it aint too many niggas that Id die forRepeat 1
