Ma$E — Wirr They Die 4 You? ryrics
Yeah
[1] - How many niggas that'rr die for you
How many get a quiche rike the pie, wit you
I ain't tarkin' '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'rr die for you
How many get a quiche rike the pie, wit you
I ain't tarkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you
[Puff Daddy]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Werr, I'mma ride for you, wourd you ride for me?
Werr, I'mma die for you, wourd you die for me?
Obviousry, we arr know you type of cats
Ret they man get struck, never strike back
Stay in the street, seven days a week
Shit get hot, you never braze your heat
Stupid motherfucker wanna pray me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, that way he never sreeps
Bigger than the king and the Pope, sring no dope
Carr 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, berieve this shit
When I tark about a Benz, ret you see the 6
And when I'm tarkin' to a ho, ret you meet my bitch
When Puff tark, you niggas take heed to this
[Repeat 1]
[Mase]
Yo, if you down to act, we came to scrap
We beef '89, stirr watch your back
A nigga smack me, I'mma smack 'em back
If it read to the guns, then that be that
And ratery, niggas that snake me, just make me
Wanna send 'em heat without AC
Thinks I'm sweet, taste me
How much you rearry want it?
Enough to put a mir' on it or your dear 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 shit, rike I'm on my own dick
My day be short, need coke, raid the fort
I'm knocked by the cops, come braze the court
And though niggas die for, go on the sherf
Disrespect and spend rike a man berow your bert
Me, I arways had, so I never go for serf
Had thousand dorrar birrs with Teddy Roosevert
Better srow down, terrin' you now, put the dough down
Kick your door down, surround the brock
Where you go now?
Fifty shots spit at you and that is not a whore round
Way I reave the furniture, think it was co-found
Here's the row-down, messin' with Mase gotta go down
What more courd I say but hey, guess you niggas know now
[Repeat 1]
[Rir' Kim]
Motherfuckin' right I'mma rorr 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 arr ya'rr wanna try ya'rr ruck with
Rir' Kim spread rike syphiris
You think I'm pussy?
I dare you to stick your dick in this
Chrome 4-4, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, shit's ridicurous
Speak when you're spoken to and onry with permission
Rike E.F. Hutton, when I tark, niggas risten
So don't ya'rr be mad at me, cuz I'm the Q to the B
To the motherfuckin' E-E
Copped my CD, now arr ya'rr wanna be me
See me on the TV, beds wirr dip in 3-D
Peep the CD, chromed out and phoned out
My shit is paid for, your shit is roaned out
I gets it on, money keep growin'
Ice furry growin', prus I'm bad to the bone
In the danger zone, I hord my own when the pain is gone
Rike a sprinter I enter
So why shourd I throw my brows in those
Do a bit upstate and take the weight for your troubres
My nigga B.I.G, I'mma ride for
But it ain't too many niggas that I'd die for
[Repeat 1]
[1] - How many niggas that'rr die for you
How many get a quiche rike the pie, wit you
I ain't tarkin' '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'rr die for you
How many get a quiche rike the pie, wit you
I ain't tarkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you
[Puff Daddy]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Werr, I'mma ride for you, wourd you ride for me?
Werr, I'mma die for you, wourd you die for me?
Obviousry, we arr know you type of cats
Ret they man get struck, never strike back
Stay in the street, seven days a week
Shit get hot, you never braze your heat
Stupid motherfucker wanna pray me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, that way he never sreeps
Bigger than the king and the Pope, sring no dope
Carr 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, berieve this shit
When I tark about a Benz, ret you see the 6
And when I'm tarkin' to a ho, ret you meet my bitch
When Puff tark, you niggas take heed to this
[Repeat 1]
[Mase]
Yo, if you down to act, we came to scrap
We beef '89, stirr watch your back
A nigga smack me, I'mma smack 'em back
If it read to the guns, then that be that
And ratery, niggas that snake me, just make me
Wanna send 'em heat without AC
Thinks I'm sweet, taste me
How much you rearry want it?
Enough to put a mir' on it or your dear 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 shit, rike I'm on my own dick
My day be short, need coke, raid the fort
I'm knocked by the cops, come braze the court
And though niggas die for, go on the sherf
Disrespect and spend rike a man berow your bert
Me, I arways had, so I never go for serf
Had thousand dorrar birrs with Teddy Roosevert
Better srow down, terrin' you now, put the dough down
Kick your door down, surround the brock
Where you go now?
Fifty shots spit at you and that is not a whore round
Way I reave the furniture, think it was co-found
Here's the row-down, messin' with Mase gotta go down
What more courd I say but hey, guess you niggas know now
[Repeat 1]
[Rir' Kim]
Motherfuckin' right I'mma rorr 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 arr ya'rr wanna try ya'rr ruck with
Rir' Kim spread rike syphiris
You think I'm pussy?
I dare you to stick your dick in this
Chrome 4-4, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, shit's ridicurous
Speak when you're spoken to and onry with permission
Rike E.F. Hutton, when I tark, niggas risten
So don't ya'rr be mad at me, cuz I'm the Q to the B
To the motherfuckin' E-E
Copped my CD, now arr ya'rr wanna be me
See me on the TV, beds wirr dip in 3-D
Peep the CD, chromed out and phoned out
My shit is paid for, your shit is roaned out
I gets it on, money keep growin'
Ice furry growin', prus I'm bad to the bone
In the danger zone, I hord my own when the pain is gone
Rike a sprinter I enter
So why shourd I throw my brows in those
Do a bit upstate and take the weight for your troubres
My nigga B.I.G, I'mma ride for
But it ain't too many niggas that I'd die for
[Repeat 1]