Will They Die for You? (feat. Puff Daddy & Lil' Kim) (Explicit)
Mase"Will They Die for You? (feat. Puff Daddy & Lil' Kim) (Explicit)" is a song by Mase, released in 2005 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:00 long and contains 133 lines and 975 words.
0:02Yeah how many niggas that'll die 4 you
0:04How many get a quiche like the pie wit you
0:06I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
0:08Niggas know if a red's on ya head
0:10Then they ride with you
0:11How many niggas that'll die 4 you
0:13How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you
0:15I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
0:18Niggas know if a red's on ya head
0:19Then they ride with you
0:20Well I'mma ride for you would you ride for me
0:23Well I'mma die for you would you die for me
0:25Obviously we all know you type of cats
0:27Let they man get struck never strike back
0:30Stay in the street seven days a week
0:33Sh*t get hot you never blaze your heat
0:34Stupid motherf**ker wanna play me sweet
0:37So I keep 'em on his toes
0:38That way he never sleeps
0:39Bigger than the king and the Pope
0:41Sling no d**e
0:41Call me anything but broke
0:43When it's on I guarantee my team don't choke
0:45Want a war you niggas better bring yo' force
0:48And when I say we won't quit believe this sh*t
0:50When I talk about a Benz let you see the 6
0:53And when I'm talkin' to a ho
0:54Let you meet my b**ch
0:55When Puff talk you niggas take heed to this
0:57How many niggas that'll die 4 you
0:59How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you
1:02I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
1:04Niggas know if a red's on ya head
1:06Then they ride with you
1:07How many niggas that'll die 4 you
1:08How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you
1:11I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
1:13Niggas know if a red's on ya head
1:15Then they ride with you
1:16Yo if you down to act we came to scrap
1:19We beef '89 still watch your back
1:21A ni**a smack me I'mma smack 'em back
1:23If it lead to the guns then that be that
1:25And lately niggas that snake me
1:27Just make me
1:28Wanna send 'em heat without AC
1:30Thinks I'm sweet taste me
1:31How much you really want it
1:32Enough to put a mil' on it or your deal on it
1:35This year Cancun guess who I'm going wit
1:37My own niggas see I pay my own trip
1:39Make my own chips I copped my own 6
1:42I knock my own sh*t like I'm on my own d**k
1:44My day be short need coke raid the fort
1:46I'm knocked by the cops come blaze the court
1:49And though niggas die for go on the shelf
1:51Disrespect and spend like
1:52A man below your belt
1:53Me I always had so I never go for self
1:56Had thousand dollar bills with Teddy Roosevelt
1:58Better slow down tellin' you now
1:59Put the dough down
2:00Kick your door down
2:01Surround the block where you go now
2:03Fifty shots spit at you and that
2:04Is not a whole round
2:05Way I leave the furniture
2:06Think it was co-found
2:07Here's the low-down
2:08Messin' with Mase gotta go down
2:09What more could I say but hey
2:11Guess you niggas know now
2:12How many niggas that'll die 4 you
2:14How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you
2:16I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
2:18Niggas know if a red's on ya head
2:20Then they ride with you
2:21How many niggas that'll die 4 you
2:23How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you
2:25I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
2:27Niggas know if a red's on ya head
2:29Then they ride with you
2:30Motherf**kin' right I'ma roll
2:31With my motherf**kin' dogs
2:33B**ches ain't around when it's time to go to war
2:35This sh*t here nothing to f**k with
2:37I'm the same b**ch
2:38All ya'll wanna try ya'll luck with
2:40Lil' Kim spread like syphilis
2:41You think I'm p**sy
2:43I dare you to stick your d**k in this
2:45Chrome 4-4 inconspicuous in the 6-0-0
2:48Sh*t's ridiculous
2:49Speak when you're spoken to
2:50And only with permission
2:51Like E F Hutton when I talk
2:53Niggas listen
2:54So don't ya'll be mad at me
2:56'Cuz I'm the Q to the B
2:57To the motherf**kin' E-E
2:59Copped my CD now all ya'll wanna be me
3:01See me on the TV beds will dip in 3-D
3:03Peep the CD chromed out and phoned out
3:05My sh*t is paid for your sh*t is loaned out
3:08I gets it on money keep growin'
3:10Ice fully glowin' plus I'm bad to the bone
3:12In the danger zone I hold my own
3:15When the pain is gone
3:16Like a splinter you enter
3:17So why should I throw my blows in those
3:19Do a bit upstate and take the
3:20Weight for your troubles
3:22My ni**a B I G I'mma ride for
3:24But it ain't too many niggas that I'd die for
3:26How many niggas that'll die 4 you
3:28How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you
3:30I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
3:32Niggas know if a red's on ya head
3:34Then they ride with you
3:35How many niggas that'll die 4 you
3:37How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you
3:39I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
3:42Niggas know if a red's on ya head
3:44Then they ride with you
3:45How many niggas that'll die 4 you
3:46How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you
3:49I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
3:51Niggas know if a red's on ya head
3:53Then they ride with you
3:54How many niggas that'll die 4 you
3:55How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you
3:58I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
4:00Niggas know if a red's on ya head then
Yeah how many niggas that'll die 4 you How many get a quiche like the pie wit you I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you Niggas know if a red's on ya head Then they ride with you How many niggas that'll die 4 you How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you Niggas know if a red's on ya head Then they ride with you Well I'mma ride for you would you ride for me Well I'mma 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 Sh*t get hot you never blaze your heat Stupid motherf**ker 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 d**e 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 sh*t When I talk about a Benz let you see the 6 And when I'm talkin' to a ho Let you meet my b**ch When Puff talk you niggas take heed to this How many niggas that'll die 4 you How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you Niggas know if a red's on ya head Then they ride with you How many niggas that'll die 4 you How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you Niggas know if a red's on ya head Then they ride with you Yo if you down to act we came to scrap We beef '89 still watch your back A ni**a smack me I'mma 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 sh*t like I'm on my own d**k 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 Is 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 How many niggas that'll die 4 you How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you Niggas know if a red's on ya head Then they ride with you How many niggas that'll die 4 you How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you Niggas know if a red's on ya head Then they ride with you Motherf**kin' right I'ma roll With my motherf**kin' dogs B**ches ain't around when it's time to go to war This sh*t here nothing to f**k with I'm the same b**ch All ya'll wanna try ya'll luck with Lil' Kim spread like syphilis You think I'm p**sy I dare you to stick your d**k in this Chrome 4-4 inconspicuous in the 6-0-0 Sh*t's ridiculous Speak when you're spoken to And only with permission Like E F Hutton when I talk Niggas listen So don't ya'll be mad at me 'Cuz I'm the Q to the B To the motherf**kin' E-E Copped my CD now all ya'll wanna be me See me on the TV beds will dip in 3-D 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 you enter So why should I throw my blows in those Do a bit upstate and take the Weight for your troubles My ni**a B I G I'mma ride for But it ain't too many niggas that I'd die for How many niggas that'll die 4 you How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you Niggas know if a red's on ya head Then they ride with you How many niggas that'll die 4 you How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you Niggas know if a red's on ya head Then they ride with you How many niggas that'll die 4 you How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you Niggas know if a red's on ya head Then they ride with you How many niggas that'll die 4 you How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you Niggas know if a red's on ya head then
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