| Yeah, how many niggas that’ll die for you?
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| How many get a ki', slice the pie wit' you?
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| I ain’t talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
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| Niggas know infrared’s on ya head and they ride wit' you
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| How many niggas that’ll die for you?
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| How many get a ki', slice the pie wit' you?
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| I ain’t talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
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| Niggas know infrared’s on ya head and they ride wit' you
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Well, I’mma ride for you, would you ride for me?
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| Well, I’mma die for you, would you die for me?
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| Obviously, we all know you type of cats
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| Let they man get struck, never strike back
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| Stay in the street, seven days a week
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| Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat
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| Stupid motherfucker wanna play me sweet
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| So I keep 'em on his toes, that way he never sleeps
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| Bigger than the king and the Pope, sling no dope
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| Call me anything but broke
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| When it’s on, I guarantee my team don’t choke
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| Want a war, you niggas better bring yo' force
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| And when I say we won’t quit, believe this shit
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| When I talk about a Benz, let you see the 6
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| And when I’m talkin' to a ho, let you meet my bitch
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| When Puff talk, you niggas take heed to this
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| Yeah, how many niggas that’ll die for you?
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| How many get a ki', slice the pie wit' you?
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| I ain’t talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
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| Niggas know infrared’s on ya head and they ride wit' you
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| Yeah, how many niggas that’ll die for you?
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| How many get a ki', slice the pie wit' you?
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| I ain’t talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
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| Niggas know infrared’s on ya head and they ride wit' you
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| Yo, if you down to act, we came to scrap
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| We beef '89, still watch your back
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| A nigga smack me, I’mma smack 'em back
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| If it lead to the guns, then that be that
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| And lately, niggas that snake me, just make me
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| Wanna send 'em heat without AC
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| Thinks I’m sweet, taste me
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| How much you really want it?
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| Enough to put a mil' on it or your deal on it?
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| This year Cancun, guess who I’m going wit
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| My own niggas, see I pay my own trip
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| Make my own chips, I copped my own 6
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| I knock my own shit, like I’m on my own dick
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| My day be short, need coke, raid the fort
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| I’m knocked by the cops, come blaze the court
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| And though niggas die for, go on the shelf
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| Disrespect and spend like a man below your belt
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| Me, I always had, so I never go for self
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| Had thousand dollar bills with Teddy Roosevelt
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| Better slow down, tellin' you now, put the dough down
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| Kick your door down, surround the block
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| Where you go now?
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| Fifty shots spit at you and that is not a whole round
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| Way I leave the furniture, think it was co-found
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| Here’s the low-down, messin' with Mase gotta go down
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| What more could I say but hey, guess you niggas know now
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| Yeah, how many niggas that’ll die for you?
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| How many get a ki', slice the pie wit' you?
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| I ain’t talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
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| Niggas know infrared’s on ya head and they ride wit' you
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| Yeah, how many niggas that’ll die for you?
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| How many get a ki', slice the pie wit' you?
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| I ain’t talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
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| Niggas know infrared’s on ya head and they ride wit' you
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| Motherfuckin' right I’mma roll with my motherfuckin' dogs
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| Bitches ain’t around when it’s time to go to war
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| This shit here, nothing to fuck with
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| I’m the same bitch all ya’ll wanna try ya’ll luck with
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| Lil' Kim spread like syphilis
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| You think I’m pussy?
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| I dare you to stick your dick in this
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| Chrome 4−4, inconspicuous in the 6−0-0, shit’s ridiculous
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| Speak when you’re spoken to and only with permission
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| Like E.F. Hutton, when I talk, niggas listen
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| So don’t ya’ll be mad at me, cuz I’m the Q to the B
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| To the motherfuckin' E-E
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| Copped my CD, now all ya’ll wanna be me
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| See me on the TV, beds will dip in 3-D
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| Peep the CD, chromed out and phoned out
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| My shit is paid for, your shit is loaned out
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| I gets it on, money keep growin'
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| Ice fully glowin', plus I’m bad to the bone
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| In the danger zone, I hold my own when the pain is gone
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| Like a splinter I enter
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| So why should I throw my blows in those
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| Do a bit upstate and take the weight for your troubles
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| My nigga B.I.G, I’mma ride for
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| But it ain’t too many niggas that I’d die for
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| Yeah, how many niggas that’ll die for you?
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| How many get a ki', slice the pie wit' you?
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| I ain’t talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
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| Niggas know infrared’s on ya head and they ride wit' you
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| Yeah, how many niggas that’ll die for you?
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| How many get a ki', slice the pie wit' you?
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| I ain’t talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
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| Niggas know infrared’s on ya head and they ride wit' you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Will They Die for You? , by - Mase. Song from the album Harlem World, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп