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Les paroles de Will They Die 4 You
| | | Artiste: | System Of A Down |
| | Album: | System Of A Down | | Titre: | Will They Die 4 You | | | | Date d'ajout: | 18/10/2007 | | Vues: | 70 fois | | | | Paroles: | Yeah
1 - How many niggas that'll die for you
How many get a quiche like the pie,
wit you
I ain't talkin' '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'll die for you
How many get a
quiche like the pie, wit you
I ain't talkin' '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
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
Shit get hot, you never blaze 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
Want a war, you niggas better bring
yo' force
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 ho, let you meet my bitch
When Puff talk, you
niggas take heed to this
Repeat 1
[Mase]
Yo, if you down to act, we came
to scrap
We beef '89, still watch your back
A nigga smack me, I'mma smack 'em back
If
it lead to the guns, then that be that
And lately, niggas 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 niggas, 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 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 niggas know now
Repeat 1
[Lil' Kim]
Motherfuckin' right
I'mma 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 ya'll wanna try ya'll luck
with
Lil' Kim spread like syphilis
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 ridiculous
Speak when you're spoken
to and only with permission
Like E.F. Hutton, when I talk, niggas listen
So don't ya'll be
mad at me, cuz I'm the Q to the B
To the motherfuckin' E-E
Copped my CD, now all ya'll
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'mma ride for
But it ain't too many
niggas that I'd die for
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