<<< HipHopLyrics.de >>> Artist: Mase Platte: Harlem World [Bad Boy Entertainment] Track: Will They Die 4 You? ft/ Lil' Kim & Puff Daddy typed by: Sascha Kaczmarek Yeah How many niggas thatīll die for you How many get a quiche like the pie,wit you I ainīt talkinī ībout those that get high with you Niggas know,if a redīs on ya head,then they ride with you How many niggas thatīll die for you How many get a quiche like the pie,wit you I ainīt talkinī ībout those that get high with you Niggas[Yeah]know,if a redīs on[Yeah]ya[Yeah]head,[Yeah]then they ride with[Yeah]you Puff: Well,Iīma ride for you,would you ride for me?[Uh-huh] Well,Iīma die for you,would you die for me?[Yeah] Obviously,we all know you type of cats Let they man get struck,never strike back[Cīmon] Stay in the street,seven days a week Shit get hot,you never blaze your heat[Eh-eh] Stupid motherfucker wanna play me sweet So I keep em on his toes,that way he never sleeps[Thatīs right] Bigger than the king and the Pope,sling no dope Call me anything but broke When itīs on,I guarantee my team donīt choke Want a war[Yeah],you niggas better bring yoī force[Cīmon] And when I say we wonīt quit,believe this shit When I talk about a Benz[Uh],let you see the 6 And when Iīm talkinī to a ho,let you meet my bitch[Uh,yeah] When Puff talk,you niggas take heed to this[Yeah,what] Chorus: How many niggas thatīll[What,what]die for you[Uh-hu haha] How many get a quiche like the pie,wit you(Cīmon) I ainīt talkinī ībout those that get high with you(Cīmon,cīmon) Niggas know,if a redīs on ya head,then they ride with you How many niggas thatīll die for you How many get a quiche like the pie,wit you I ainīt talkinī ībout those that get high with you Niggas know,if a redīs on ya head,then they ride with you Mase: Yo,if you down to act,we came to scrap We beef ī89,still watch your back A nigga smack me,Iīmma 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 Iīm sweet,taste me How much you really want it? Enough to put a milī on it or your deal on it? This year Cancun,guess who Iīm 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 Iīm 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,tellinī 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 Hereīs the low-down,messinī with Mase gotta go down What more could I say but hey,guess you niggas know now Chorus: How many niggas thatīll die for you{Uh-huh} How many get a quiche like the pie,wit you{Say what?} I ainīt talkinī ībout those that get high with you{Uh-huh} Niggas know,if a redīs on{Uh}ya head,{Uh}then they ride with you How many niggas thatīll die for you{Uh-huh} How many get a quiche like the pie,wit you{Uh-huh} I ainīt talkinī ībout those that get high with you{Uh-huh} Niggas know{Uh},if a redīs on{Uh}ya head,then they ride with you Lilī Kim: Motherfuckinī(Cīmon)right(C`mon)Iīma roll with my motherfuckinī dogs{Uh-huh} Bitches ainīt around when itīs time to go to war{Uh} This shit here,nothing to fuck with Iīm the same bitch all yaīll wanna try yaīll luck with Lilī Kim spread like syphilis{Uh-huh} You think Iīm pussy? I dare you to stick your dick in this Chrome 4-4,inconspicuous in the 6-0-0,shitīs ridiculous{Uh-huh} Speak when youīre spoken to and only with permission Like E.F. Hutton,when I talk,niggas listen So donīt yaīll be mad at me,cuz Iīm the Q to the B To the motherfuckinī E-E Copped my CD,now all yaīll 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 growinī Ice fully glowinī,plus Iīm 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,Iīma ride for But it ainīt too many niggas that Iīd die for Chorus: How many{What}niggas thatīll die for you How many get a quiche like the pie,wit you I ainīt talkinī ībout those that get high with you Niggas know,if a redīs on ya head,then they ride with you How many niggas thatīll die for you How many get a quiche like the pie,wit you I ainīt talkinī ībout those that get high with you Niggas know,if a redīs on ya head,then they ride with you How many{What}niggas thatīll die for you How many get a quiche like the pie,wit you I ainīt talkinī ībout those that get high with you Niggas know,if a redīs on ya head,then they ride with you How many{What}niggas thatīll die for you How many get a quiche like the pie,wit you I ainīt talkinī ībout those that get high with you Niggas know,if a redīs on ya head,then they ride with you <<< Support >>> DEFLOK HipHopMagazin.com -> Das älteste unkommerzielle Hip Hop Mag straight aus dem Ruhrpott. 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