Mase - Will They Die For You lyrics

Yeah, how many n***as 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 n***as know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you How many n***as 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 n***as 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 sh** get hot, you never blaze your heat Stupid motherf**er 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 n***as better bring yo' force And when I say we won't quit, believe this sh** When I talk about a Benz, let you see the 6 And when I'm talkin' to a ho, let you meet my b**h When Puff talk, you n***as take heed to this How many n***as 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 n***as know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you How many n***as 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 n***as 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 n***a smack me, I'mma smack 'em back If it lead to the guns, then that be that And lately, n***as 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 n***as, see I pay my own trip Make my own chips, I copped my own 6 I knock my own sh**, 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 n***as 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 n***as know now? How many n***as 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 n***as know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you How many n***as 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 n***as know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you Motherf**in' right I'ma roll with my motherf**in' dogs b**hes ain't around when it's time to go to war This sh** here, nothing to f** with I'm the same b**h, all ya'll wanna try ya'll luck with Lil' Kim spread like syphilis You think I'm p**y? I dare you to stick your dick in this Chrome 4-4, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, sh**'s ridiculous Speak when you're spoken to and only with permission Like E.F. Hutton, when I talk, n***as listen So don't ya'll be mad at me, 'cuz I'm the Q to the B To the motherf**in' 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** is paid for, your sh** 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 n***a B.I.G, I'mma ride for But it ain't too many n***as that I'd die for How many n***as 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 n***as know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you How many n***as 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 n***as know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you How many n***as 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 n***as know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you ...