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system of a down – will they die 4 you lyrics

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yeah, how many n-gg-s 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
n-gg-s know, if a red’s on ya head, then they ride with you

how many n-gg-s 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
n-gg-s know, if a red’s on ya head then they ride with you

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
well, i’m ma ride for you, would you ride for me?
well, i’m 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 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-gg-s better bring yo’ force
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-gg-s take heed to this

yeah, how many n-gg-s 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
n-gg-s know, if a red’s on ya head, then they ride with you

yo, if you down to act, we came to scr-p, we beef ’89
still watch your back, a n-gg- smack me, i’m ma smack ’em back
if it lead to the guns, then that be that and lately
n-gg-s 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-gg-s, 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 d-ck, my day be short, need c-ke, raid the fort
i’m knocked by the cops, come blaze the court and though n-gg-s
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-gg-s know now

yeah, how many n-gg-s 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
n-gg-s know, if a red’s on ya head, then they ride with you

motherf-ckin’ right, i’m ma 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 p-ssy? i dare you to stick your d-ck in this
chrome 4-4, 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-gg-s listen
so don’t y’all be mad at me, ‘cuz 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 t.v.
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-gg- big, i’m ma ride for but it ain’t too many n-gg-s that i’d die for

why must we kill our own kind?

yeah, how many n-gg-s 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
n-gg-s know, if a red’s on ya head, then they ride with you

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