Diddy, Lil’ Kim, Ma$e - Will They Die 4 You? lyrics
[Diddy, Lil’ Kim, Ma$e - Will They Die 4 You? lyrics]
Yeah, how many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki', slice the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know infrared's on ya head
And they ride wit' you
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki', slice the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know infrared's on ya head
And they ride wit' you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Well, I'ma ride for you
Would you ride for me?
Well, 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 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
Yeah, how many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki', slice the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know infrared's on ya head
And they ride wit' you
Yeah, how many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki', slice the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know infrared's on ya head
And they ride wit' you
Yo, if you down to act, we came to scrap
We beef '89 still, watch your back
A nigga smack me, I'ma 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's 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
Yeah, how many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki', slice the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know infrared's on ya head
And they ride wit' you
Yeah, how many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki', slice the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know infrared's on ya head
And they ride wit' you
Motherfuckin' right I'ma 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 y'all
Wanna try y'all 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 EF hutton, when I talk, niggas listen
So don't y'all be mad at me
Cuz I'm the Q to the
B to the motherfuckin' E-E
Copped my CD, now all y'all 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 BIG, I'ma ride for
But it ain't too many niggas
That I'd die for
Yeah, how many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki', slice the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know infrared's on ya head
And they ride wit' you
Yeah, how many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki', slice the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know infrared's on ya head
And they ride wit' you
How many get a ki', slice the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know infrared's on ya head
And they ride wit' you
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki', slice the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know infrared's on ya head
And they ride wit' you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Well, I'ma ride for you
Would you ride for me?
Well, 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 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
Yeah, how many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki', slice the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know infrared's on ya head
And they ride wit' you
Yeah, how many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki', slice the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know infrared's on ya head
And they ride wit' you
Yo, if you down to act, we came to scrap
We beef '89 still, watch your back
A nigga smack me, I'ma 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's 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
Yeah, how many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki', slice the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know infrared's on ya head
And they ride wit' you
Yeah, how many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki', slice the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know infrared's on ya head
And they ride wit' you
Motherfuckin' right I'ma 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 y'all
Wanna try y'all 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 EF hutton, when I talk, niggas listen
So don't y'all be mad at me
Cuz I'm the Q to the
B to the motherfuckin' E-E
Copped my CD, now all y'all 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 BIG, I'ma ride for
But it ain't too many niggas
That I'd die for
Yeah, how many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki', slice the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know infrared's on ya head
And they ride wit' you
Yeah, how many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki', slice the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know infrared's on ya head
And they ride wit' you