Will They Die 4 You? - Mase
Yeah, how many n_ggaz that'll die for you
How many get the keys like to ride wit you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
N_ggaz know, infrareds on ya head and they ride with you
Verse One: Puff Daddy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
While I'ma ride for you, would you ride for me?
While I'ma 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 streets, seven days a week
Sh_t get hot, you never glaze your heat
Stupid motherf_cker 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
Wanna war, you n_ggaz better bring yo 4
And when I say we won't quit, believe this sh_t
When I talk about a Benz, let you see the 6
And when I'm talkin' to a hoe, let you meet my b_tch
When Puff talk, you n_ggaz take heed of this
Chorus
Verse Two: Mase
Yo, if you down to act, we down to scrap
We beef '89, still watch your back
A n_gga smack me, I'ma smack 'em back
If it lead to the guns, then that be that
And lately, n_ggaz 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 Cancoon guess who I'm goin' with
My own n_ggaz, see I pay my own trip
Make my own chips, I copped my own 6
I knock my own sh_t, like I'm on my own d_ck
My day be short, need coke, raid the fort
I'm knocked by the cops, come blaze the court
And though n_ggaz ...........?
Disrespect...............?
Like a man below your belt
Me, I always have, so I never go for self
Had thousand dollar bills with Teddy Roosevelt
Better slow down, tellin' you now, put the doe 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 cold found
Here's the low-down, messin' with Mase gotta go down
What more could I say but hey, guess you n_ggaz know now
Chorus
Verse Three: Lil' Kim
Motherf_ckin' right I'ma roll with my motherf_ckin' dogs
B_tches ain't around when it's time to go to war
This sh_t here, nothing to f_ck with
I'm the same b_tch all y'all wanna try y'all luck with
Little Kim spread like syphilis
You think I'm p_ssy?
I dare you to stick your d_ck in this
Chrome 44, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, sh_t's rediculous
Speak when you're spoken to and only with permission
Like E.F. Hutton, when I talk, n_ggaz listen
So don't y'all be mad at me, cause I'm the Q to the B
To the motherf_ckin' E-E
Copped my CD, now all y'all wanna be me
See me on the TV, bezel dip in 3D
Peep the CD, chromed out and phoned out
My sh_t is paid for, your sh_t 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 ya enter
So why should I throw my blows and doe
Do a bid upstate and take the weight for your troubles
My n_gga BIG, I'ma ride for
But it ain't to many n_ggaz that I'd die for
Chorus
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