Will They Die 4 You lyrics

by

Wu-Tang Clan


[Intro: Chef]
And here they are, Puff Daddy, Ma$e, and Lil' Kim!

[Chorus: Ma$e and Serj Tankian]
How many n*ggas that'll die for you?
How many get the keys so they can ride with you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
n*ggas know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you
How many n*ggas that'll die for you?
How many get the keys so they can ride with you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
n*ggas know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you

[Verse 1: Puff Daddy]
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*t get hot, you never blaze your heat
Stupid motherf*cker 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*ggas better bring yo' force (come on)
And when I say we won't quit, believe this sh*t
When I talk about a Benz, let you see the six
And when I'm talkin' to a ho, let you meet my b*tch
When Puff talk, you n*ggas take heed to this
[Chorus: Ma$e and Serj Tankian]
How many n*ggas that'll die for you?
How many get the keys so they can ride with you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
n*ggas know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you
How many n*ggas that'll die for you?
How many get the keys so they can ride with you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
n*ggas know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you

[Verse 2: Ma$e]
If you down to act, we came to scrap, we beef '89
Still watch your back, a n*gga smack me, I'mma smack 'em back
If it lead to the guns, then that be that
And lately, n*ggas that snake me
Just make me wanna send 'em heat without AC
Thinks I'm sweet, taste me
How much you really want it?
Enough to put a mil' on it or your deal on it
This year Cancun
Guess who I'm going wit, my own n*ggas
See, I pay my own trip
Make my own chips, I copped my own six, I knock my own sh*t
Like I'm on my own di*k
My day be short, need coke, raid the fort
I'm knocked by the cops, come blaze the court
And though n*ggas die for, go on the shelf
Disrespect and spend like a man below your belt
Me, I always had, so I never go for self
Had thousand dollar bills with Teddy Roosevelt
Better slow down, tellin' you now, put the dough down, kick your door down
Surround the block, where you go now?
Fifty shots spit at you and that is not a whole round
Way I leave the furniture, think it was co-found
Here's the low-down
Messin' with Mase
Gotta go down what more could I say?
But hey, guess you n*ggas know now
[Chorus: Ma$e & Serj Tankian]
How many n*ggas that'll die for you?
How many get the keys so they can ride with you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
n*ggas know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you
How many n*ggas that'll die for you?
How many get the keys so they can ride with you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
n*ggas know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
Motherf*ckin' right, Imma roll with my motherf*ckin' dogs
b*tches ain't around when it's time to go to war
This sh*t here, nothing to f*ck with
I'm the same b*tch
All y'all wanna try y'all luck with
Lil' Kim spread like syphilis
You think I'm pus*y? I dare you to stick your di*k in this
Chrome .44, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, sh*t's ridiculous
Speak when you're spoken to and only with permission
Like EF Hutton, when I talk, n*ggas listen
So don't y'all be mad at me
'Cause I'm the Q to the B to the motherf*ckin' EE
Copped my CD, now all y'all wanna be me
See me on the TV, beds will dip in 3D
Peep the CD, chromed out and phoned out
My sh*t is paid for, your sh*t 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 n*gga BIG, Imma ride for
But it ain't too many n*ggas that I'd die for
[Chorus: Ma$e & Serj Tankian]
How many n*ggas that'll die for you?
How many get the keys so they can ride with you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
n*ggas know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you

How many n*ggas that'll die for you?
(Why must we kill our own kind?)
How many get the keys so they can ride with you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
n*ggas know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you

How many n*ggas that'll die for you?
(Why must we kill our own kind?)
How many get the keys so they can ride with you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
n*ggas know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you

How many n*ggas that'll die for you?
(Why must we kill our own kind?)
How many get the keys so they can ride with you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
n*ggas know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you
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