Will They Die 4 You? Lyrics

Will They Die 4 You? lyrics

Yeah

1 - How many niggas that'll die for you
How many get a quiche
like the pie, wit you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with
you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

How
many niggas that'll die for you
How many get a quiche like the pie, wit
you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a
red's on ya head, then they ride with you

[Puff Daddy]
Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah
Well, 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
cats
Let they man get struck, never strike back
Stay in the street, seven
days a week
Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat
Stupid motherfucker
wanna play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, that way he never
sleeps
Bigger 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
Want a war, you
niggas better bring yo' force
And when I say we won't quit, believe this
shit
When I talk about a Benz, let you see the 6
And when I'm talkin' to
a ho, let you meet my bitch
When Puff talk, you niggas take heed to
this

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[Mase]
Yo, if you down to act, we came to
scrap
We beef '89, still watch your back
A nigga smack me, I'mma smack
'em back
If it lead to the guns, then that be that
And lately, niggas
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 Cancun, guess who I'm going wit
My own
niggas, see I pay my own trip
Make my own chips, I copped my own 6
I
knock my own shit, like I'm on my own dick
My day be short, need coke, raid
the fort
I'm knocked by the cops, come blaze the court
And though niggas
die for, go on the shelf
Disrespect and spend like a man below your
belt
Me, I always had, so I never go for self
Had thousand dollar bills
with Teddy Roosevelt
Better slow down, tellin' you now, put the dough
down
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 co-found
Here's the low-down, messin' with Mase gotta go
down
What more could I say but hey, guess you niggas know now

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1

[Lil' Kim]
Motherfuckin' right I'mma roll with my motherfuckin'
dogs
Bitches ain't around when it's time to go to war
This shit here,
nothing to fuck with
I'm the same bitch all ya'll wanna try ya'll luck
with
Lil' Kim spread like syphilis
You think I'm pussy?
I dare you to
stick your dick in this
Chrome 4-4, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, shit's
ridiculous
Speak when you're spoken to and only with permission
Like E.F.
Hutton, when I talk, niggas listen
So don't ya'll be mad at me, cuz I'm the Q
to the B
To the motherfuckin' E-E
Copped my CD, now all ya'll wanna be
me
See me on the TV, beds will dip in 3-D
Peep the CD, chromed out and
phoned out
My shit is paid for, your shit is loaned out
I gets 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 I
enter
So why should I throw my blows in those
Do a bit upstate and take
the weight for your troubles
My nigga B.I.G, I'mma ride for
But it ain't
too many niggas that I'd die for

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