[{"id":24795358,"name":"Will They Die 4 You","trackName":"Will They Die 4 You","artistName":"System Of a Down","albumName":"System Of A Down: B-Sides","duration":225.84,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"How many niggas that'll die for you\n\nHow many get a quiche like the pie, wit you\nI ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you\nNiggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you\nHow many niggas that'll die for you\n\nHow many get a quiche like the pie, wit you\nI ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you\nNiggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you\nWell, I'mma ride for you, would you ride for me?\n\nWell, I'mma die for you, would you die for me?\nObviously, we all know you type of cats\nLet they man get struck, never strike back\nStay in the street, seven days a week\nShit get hot, you never blaze your heat\nStupid motherfucker wanna play me sweet\nSo I keep 'em on his toes, that way he never sleeps\nBigger than the king and the Pope, sling no dope\nCall me anything but broke\nWhen it's on, I guarantee my team don't choke\nWant a war, you niggas better bring yo' force\nAnd when I say we won't quit, believe this shit\nWhen I talk about a Benz, let you see the 6\nAnd when I'm talkin' to a ho, let you meet my bitch\nWhen Puff talk, you niggas take heed to this\n\nHow many niggas that'll die for you\nHow many get a quiche like the pie, wit you\n\nI ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you\n\nNiggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you\nHow many niggas that'll die for you\nHow many get a quiche like the pie, wit you\nI ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you\nNiggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you\n\nYo, if you down to act, we came to scrap\nWe beef '89, still watch your back\nA nigga smack me, I'mma smack 'em back\nIf it lead to the guns, then that be that\nAnd lately, niggas that snake me, just make me\nWanna send 'em heat without AC\n\nThinks I'm sweet, taste me\nHow much you really want it?\nEnough to put a mil' on it or your deal on it?\nThis year Cancun, guess who I'm going wit\nMy own niggas, see I pay my own trip\nMake my own chips, I copped my own 6\nI knock my own shit, like I'm on my own dick\nMy day be short, need coke, raid the fort\nI'm knocked by the cops, come blaze the court\nAnd though niggas die for, go on the shelf\nDisrespect and spend like a man below your belt\nMe, I always had, so I never go for self\nHad thousand dollar bills with Teddy Roosevelt\nBetter slow down, tellin' you now, put the dough down\nKick your door down, surround the block\n\nWhere you go now?\n\nFifty shots spit at you and that is not a whole round\nWay I leave the furniture, think it was co-found\nHere's the low-down, messin' with Mase gotta go down\nWhat more could I say but hey, guess you niggas know now\n\nHow many niggas that'll die for you\nHow many get a quiche like the pie, wit you\nI ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you\nNiggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you\nHow many niggas that'll die for you\nHow many get a quiche like the pie, wit you\nI ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you\nNiggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you\n\nMotherfuckin' right I'mma roll with my motherfuckin' dogs\nBitches ain't around when it's time to go to war\nThis shit here, nothing to fuck with\nI'm the same bitch all ya'll wanna try ya'll luck with\nLil' Kim spread like syphilis\nYou think I'm pussy?\nI dare you to stick your dick in this\nChrome 4-4, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, shit's ridiculous\nSpeak when you're spoken to and only with permission\nLike E.F. 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they ride with you\n\nHow many niggas that'll die for you\nHow many get a quiche like the pie, wit you\nI ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you\nNiggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you\nHow many niggas that'll die for you\nHow many get a quiche like the pie, wit you\nI ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you\nNiggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Will They Die 4 You\n artist: System Of a Down\n album: 'System Of A Down: B-Sides'\n duration_ms: 225840\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n How many niggas that'll die for you\n\n How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you\n I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you\n Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you\n How many niggas that'll die for you\n\n How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you\n I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you\n Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you\n Well, I'mma ride for you, would you ride for me?\n\n Well, I'mma die for you, would you die for me?\n Obviously, we all know you type of cats\n Let they man get struck, never strike back\n Stay in the street, seven days a week\n Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat\n Stupid motherfucker wanna play me sweet\n So I keep 'em on his toes, that way he never sleeps\n Bigger than the king and the Pope, sling no dope\n Call me anything but broke\n When it's on, I guarantee my team don't choke\n Want a war, you niggas better bring yo' force\n And when I say we won't quit, believe this shit\n When I talk about a Benz, let you see the 6\n And when I'm talkin' to a ho, let you meet my bitch\n When Puff talk, you niggas take heed to this\n\n How many niggas that'll die for you\n How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you\n\n I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you\n\n Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you\n How many niggas that'll die for you\n How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you\n I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you\n Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you\n\n Yo, if you down to act, we came to scrap\n We beef '89, still watch your back\n A nigga smack me, I'mma smack 'em back\n If it lead to the guns, then that be that\n And lately, niggas that snake me, just make me\n Wanna send 'em heat without AC\n\n Thinks I'm sweet, taste me\n How much you really want it?\n Enough to put a mil' on it or your deal on it?\n This year Cancun, guess who I'm going wit\n My own niggas, see I pay my own trip\n Make my own chips, I copped my own 6\n I knock my own shit, like I'm on my own dick\n My day be short, need coke, raid the fort\n I'm knocked by the cops, come blaze the court\n And though niggas die for, go on the shelf\n Disrespect and spend like a man below your belt\n Me, I always had, so I never go for self\n Had thousand dollar bills with Teddy Roosevelt\n Better 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I dare you to stick your dick in this\n Chrome 4-4, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, shit's ridiculous\n Speak when you're spoken to and only with permission\n Like E.F. 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then they ride with you\nHow many niggas that'll die for you\nHow many get a quiche like the pie, wit you\nI ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you\nNiggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you\n\nYo, if you down to act, we came to scrap\nWe beef '89, still watch your back\nA nigga smack me, I'mma smack 'em back\nIf it lead to the guns, then that be that\nAnd lately, niggas that snake me, just make me\nWanna send 'em heat without AC\n\nThinks I'm sweet, taste me\nHow much you really want it?\nEnough to put a mil' on it or your deal on it?\nThis year Cancun, guess who I'm going wit\nMy own niggas, see I pay my own trip\nMake my own chips, I copped my own 6\nI knock my own shit, like I'm on my own dick\nMy day be short, need coke, raid the fort\nI'm knocked by the cops, come blaze the court\nAnd though niggas die for, go on the shelf\nDisrespect and spend like a man below your belt\nMe, I always had, so I never go for self\nHad thousand dollar bills with Teddy 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end_ms: 207280\n- text: How many niggas that'll die for you\n start_ms: 207280\n end_ms: 209140\n- text: How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you\n start_ms: 209140\n end_ms: 211580\n- text: I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you\n start_ms: 211580\n end_ms: 213740\n- text: Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you\n start_ms: 213740\n end_ms: 216340\n- text: How many niggas that'll die for you\n start_ms: 216340\n end_ms: 217890\n- text: How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you\n start_ms: 217890\n end_ms: 219100\n- text: I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you\n start_ms: 219100\n end_ms: 222260\n- text: Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you\n start_ms: 222260\n end_ms: 225440\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 225440\nplain: |-\n How many niggas that'll die for you\n\n How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you\n I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you\n Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you\n How many niggas that'll die for you\n\n How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you\n I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you\n Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you\n Well, I'mma ride for you, would you ride for me?\n\n Well, I'mma die for you, would you die for me?\n Obviously, we all know you type of cats\n Let they man get struck, never strike back\n Stay in the street, seven days a week\n Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat\n Stupid motherfucker wanna play me sweet\n So I keep 'em on his toes, that way he never sleeps\n Bigger than the king and the Pope, sling no dope\n Call me anything but broke\n When it's on, I guarantee my team don't choke\n Want a war, you niggas better bring yo' force\n And when I say we won't quit, believe this shit\n When I talk about a Benz, let you see the 6\n And when I'm talkin' to a ho, let you meet my bitch\n When Puff talk, you niggas take heed to this\n\n How many niggas that'll die for you\n How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you\n\n I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you\n\n Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you\n How many niggas that'll die for you\n How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you\n I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you\n Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you\n\n Yo, if you down to act, we came to scrap\n We beef '89, still watch your back\n A nigga smack me, I'mma smack 'em back\n If it lead to the guns, then that be that\n And lately, niggas that snake me, just make me\n Wanna send 'em heat without AC\n\n Thinks I'm sweet, taste me\n How much you really want it?\n Enough to put a mil' on it or your deal on it?\n This year Cancun, guess who I'm going wit\n My own niggas, see I pay my own trip\n Make my own chips, I copped my own 6\n I knock my own shit, like I'm on my own dick\n My day be short, need coke, raid the fort\n I'm knocked by the cops, come blaze the court\n And though niggas die for, go on the shelf\n Disrespect and spend like a man below your belt\n Me, I always had, so I never go for self\n Had thousand dollar bills with Teddy Roosevelt\n Better slow down, tellin' you now, put the dough down\n Kick your door down, surround the block\n\n Where you go now?\n\n Fifty shots spit at you and that is not a whole round\n Way I leave the furniture, think it was co-found\n Here's the low-down, messin' with Mase gotta go down\n What more could I say but hey, guess you niggas know now\n\n How many niggas that'll die for you\n How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you\n I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you\n Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you\n How many niggas that'll die for you\n How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you\n I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you\n Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you\n\n Motherfuckin' right I'mma roll with my motherfuckin' dogs\n Bitches ain't around when it's time to go to war\n This shit here, nothing to fuck with\n I'm the same bitch all ya'll wanna try ya'll luck with\n Lil' Kim spread like syphilis\n You think I'm pussy?\n I dare you to stick your dick in this\n Chrome 4-4, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, shit's ridiculous\n Speak when you're spoken to and only with permission\n Like E.F. Hutton, when I talk, niggas listen\n So don't ya'll be mad at me, 'cause I'm the Q to the B\n\n To the motherfuckin' E-E\n Copped my CD, now all ya'll wanna be me\n See me on the TV, beds will dip in 3-D\n Peep the CD, chromed out and phoned out\n My shit is paid for, your shit is loaned out\n I gets it on, money keep growin'\n Ice fully glowin', plus I'm bad to the bone\n In the danger zone, I hold my own when the pain is gone\n Like a splinter I enter\n So why should I throw my blows in those\n Do a bit upstate and take the weight for your troubles\n My nigga B.I.G, I'mma ride for\n But it ain't too many niggas that I'd die for\n\n How many niggas that'll die for you\n How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you\n I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you\n Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you\n How many niggas that'll die for you\n How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you\n I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you\n Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you\n\n How many niggas that'll die for you\n How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you\n I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you\n Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you\n How many niggas that'll die for you\n How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you\n I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you\n Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you\n"}]