Will They Die 4 You Lyrics & Chords By System Of A Down
How many niggaz that'll die for you
How many get a quiche like the pie with you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggaz know, if a red's on ya head then they ride with you
How many niggaz that'll die for you
How many get a quiche like the pie with you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggaz know, if a red's on ya head then they ride with you
Puffy:
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
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
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 heed of this
How many niggaz that'll die for you
How many get a quiche like the pie with you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggaz know, if a red's on ya head then they ride with you
How many niggaz that'll die for you
How many get a quiche like the pie with you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggaz know, if a red's on ya head then they ride with you
Mase:
Yo, if you down to act, we down to scrap
We beef '89, still watch your back
A nigga smack me, I'ma smack 'im 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, Cancun, guess who I'm goin' wit'
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, 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 have, 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 niggaz know now
How many niggaz that'll die for you
How many get a quiche like the pie with you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggaz know, if a red's on ya head then they ride with you
Lil' Kim:
Motherfuckin' right I'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
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 ridiculous
Speak when you're spoken to and only with permission
Like E.F. Hutton, 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
Copped my CD, now y'all wanna be me
See me on the TV, beds will dip in 3-D
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 B.I.G., I'ma ride for
But it ain't too many niggaz that I'd die for
How many niggaz that'll die for you
How many get a quiche like the pie with you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggaz know, if a red's on ya head then they ride with you
How many niggaz that'll die for you
How many get a quiche like the pie with you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggaz know, if a red's on ya head then they ride with you
