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| Mase Harlem World Will They Die 4 You? Yeah, how many niggaz that'll die for you How many get the keys like to ride wit you I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you Niggaz know, infrareds on ya head and they ride with you Verse One: Puff Daddy Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 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 Chorus Verse Two: 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 'em 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 Cancoon guess who I'm goin' with 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 niggaz ...........? Disrespect...............? 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 doe 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 cold found Here's the low-down, messin' with Mase gotta go down What more could I say but hey, guess you niggaz know now Chorus Verse Three: 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 rediculous 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 all y'all wanna be me See me on the TV, bezel dip in 3D 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 ya enter So why should I throw my blows and doe Do a bid upstate and take the weight for your troubles My nigga BIG, I'ma ride for But it ain't to many niggaz that I'd die for Chorus |
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