System of a Down — Will They Die 4 You

[Intro: Chef] And here they are, Puff Daddy, Ma$e, and Lil' Kim! [Chorus] How many niggas that'll die for you? How many get the quiche, slice the pie wit you? I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you Niggas know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you How many niggas that'll die for you? How many get the quiche, slice the pie wit you? I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you Niggas know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you [Verse 1: Puff Daddy] Well, I'mma ride for you, would you ride for me? Well, I'mma die for you, would you die for me? Obviously, we all know, you type of cats Let they man get struck, never strike back Stay in the street, seven days a week Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat Stupid motherfucker wanna play me sweet So I keep 'em on his toes, that way he never sleeps Bigger than the king and the pope, sling no dope Call me anything but broke When it's on, I guarantee my team don't choke Want a war, you niggas better bring yo' force And when I say we won't quit, believe this shit When I talk about a Benz, let you see the six And when I'm talkin' to a ho, let you meet my bitch When Puff talk, you niggas take heed to this [Chorus] How many niggas that'll die for you? How many get the quiche, slice the pie wit you? I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you Niggas know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you How many niggas that'll die for you? How many get the quiche, slice the pie wit you? I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you Niggas know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you [Verse 2: Ma$e] If you down to act, we came to scrap, we beef '89 Still watch your back, a nigga smack me, I'm ma 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 six, 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 [Chorus] How many niggas that'll die for you? How many get the quiche, slice the pie wit you? I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you Niggas know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you How many niggas that'll die for you? How many get the quiche, slice the pie wit you? I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you Niggas know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you [Verse 3: Lil' Kim] Motherfuckin' right, I'm 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 Lil' 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 EF Hutton, when I talk, niggas listen So don't y'all be mad at me, 'cuz I'm the Q to the B To the motherfuckin' 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 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 BIG, I'm ma ride for but it ain't too many niggas that I'd die for [Chorus] How many niggas that'll die for you? How many get the quiche, slice the pie wit you? I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you Niggas know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you How many niggas that'll die for you? (Why must we kill our own kind?) How many get the quiche, slice the pie wit you? I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you Niggas know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you How many niggas that'll die for you? (Why must we kill our own kind?) How many get the quiche, slice the pie wit you? I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you Niggas know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you How many niggas that'll die for you? (Why must we kill our own kind?) How many get the quiche, slice the pie wit you? I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you Niggas know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you