Will They Die 4 You

Yeah, how many niggas that'll die for 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 for 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






Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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

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 six

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 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 for 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 nigga smack me, I'm 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 six, 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 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






Yeah, how many niggas that'll die for 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 for 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






Motherfuckin' right, I'm 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 .44, 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' EE, copped my CD

Now all y'all wanna be me, see me on the TV

Beds will dip in 3D, 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'm 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 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 for 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

Yeah, how many niggas that'll die for 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 for 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