Will They Die 4 You? - Lil' Kim Lyrics - Harlem World - Mase

Yeah, how many niggaz that'll die for you 

How many get the keys like to *** 

I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you 

Niggaz 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 

Shit get hot, you never glaze your heat 

Stupid motherfucker wanna play me sweet 

So I keep 'em on his toes, that way he never sleeps 

*** 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 niggaz better bring yo 4 

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 hoe, let you meet my bitch 

When Puff talk, you niggaz take *** of this 

Chorus 

Verse Two: Mase 

Yo, if you down to act, we can 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, niggaz 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 gets on gone with 

My own niggaz, 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, ***, raid the fort 

I'm knocked by the cops, come blaze the court 

And though niggaz *** 

Disrespect *** 

Like a *** 

Me, I always have, so I never go for self 

Had thousand dollar bills with Teddy Roosevelt 

Better slow down, tellin' you now, *** 

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 niggaz know now 

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Verse Three: Lil' Kim 

Motherfuckin' right I'ma roll with my motherfuckin' dogs 

Cause 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 

Little 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 rediculous 

Speak when you're spoken to and only with permission 

Like E.F. Hudden, when I talk, niggaz listen 

So don't y'all be mad at me, cause I'm the Q to the B 

To the motherfuckin' E-E 

Popped my CD, now all y'all wanna be me 

See me on the TV, *** 

Peep the steedy, chromed out and phoned out 

My shit is paid for, your shit is loaned out 

I keeps 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 *** 

Do a bid upstate and take the weight for your troubles 

My nigga BIG, I'ma ride for 

But it ain't to many niggaz that I'd die for 

Chorus