เนื้อเพลง 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

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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

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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

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