Mase

(feat. Lil Kim, Puff Daddy)
Yeah
[1] - How many niggas thatll die for you
How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you
I aint talkin bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a reds on ya head, then they ride with you
How many niggas thatll die for you
How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you
I aint talkin bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a reds on ya head, then they ride with you
[Puff Daddy]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Well, 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 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 its on, I guarantee my team dont choke
Want a war, you niggas better bring yo force
And when I say we wont quit, believe this shit
When I talk about a Benz, let you see the 6
And when Im talkin to a ho, let you meet my bitch
When Puff talk, you niggas take heed to this
[Repeat 1]
[Mase]
Yo, if you down to act, we came to scrap
We beef 89, still watch your back
A nigga smack me, Imma 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 Im 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 Im 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 Im on my own dick
My day be short, need coke, raid the fort
Im 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
Heres the low-down, messin with Mase gotta go down
What more could I say but hey, guess you niggas know now
[Repeat 1]
[Lil Kim]
Motherfuckin right Imma roll with my motherfuckin dogs
Bitches aint around when its time to go to war
This shit here, nothing to fuck with
Im the same bitch all yall wanna try yall luck with
Lil Kim spread like syphilis
You think Im pussy?
I dare you to stick your dick in this
Chrome 4-4, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, shits ridiculous
Speak when youre spoken to and only with permission
Like E.F. Hutton, when I talk, niggas listen
So dont yall be mad at me, cuz Im the Q to the B
To the motherfuckin E-E
Copped my CD, now all yall 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 Im 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, Imma ride for
But it aint too many niggas that Id die for
[Repeat 1]
[ Will They Die 4 You? Lyrics ]