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How many that'll die for you?
How many get a quiche like the pie, wit
I ain't talkin' those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they with you

How niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a quiche like the pie, wit
I ain't talkin' 'bout those get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride you

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Well, I'mma for you, would you ride for me?
Well, die for you, would you die for me?
Obviously, we all know you of cats
Let they man get struck, strike back

Stay in the street, seven days a
Shit get hot, you never your heat
Stupid motherfucker play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, that way he never

Bigger the king and the Pope, sling no dope
Call me anything but
When it's on, I my team don't choke
Want a war, you niggas better yo' force

And when I say we quit, believe this shit
When I about a Benz, let you see the 6
And when I'm talkin' to a ho, let you my bitch
When Puff talk, you niggas take to this

How many niggas die for you?
How get a quiche like the pie, wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those get high with you
know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

Yo, if you down to act, we to scrap
We beef '89, still your back
A nigga smack me, smack 'em back
If it lead to the guns, that be that

And lately, niggas that snake me, make me
Wanna send 'em heat AC
Thinks I'm sweet, taste me, how much you really it?
to put a mil' on it or your deal on it?

This year Cancun, who I'm going wit
My own niggas, see I pay my own
Make my own chips, I my own 6
I my own shit, like I'm on my own dick

My day be short, need coke, the fort
I'm knocked by the cops, blaze the court
And though niggas die for, go on the
Disrespect and spend a man below your belt

Me, I had, so I never go for self
Had dollar bills with Teddy Roosevelt
Better down, tellin' you now, put the dough down
your door down, surround the block, where you go now?

Fifty shots at you and that is not a whole round
Way I leave the furniture, it was co-found
the low-down, messin' with Mase gotta go down
What more could I say but hey, you niggas know now?

How many niggas die for you?
How get a quiche like the pie, wit you?
I ain't talkin' those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride you

right I'ma roll with my motherfuckin' dogs
Bitches ain't around when it's to go to war
This shit here, nothing to with
I'm the same bitch all wanna try ya'll luck with

Lil' Kim spread syphilis, you think I'm pussy?
I dare you to stick your in this
Chrome 4-4, in the 6 0 0, shit's ridiculous
Speak you're spoken to and only with permission
Like E.F. Hutton, when I talk, niggas

So ya'll be mad at me, cuz I'm the Q to the B
To the E-E
Copped my CD, now all ya'll be me
See me on the TV, will dip in 3-D

the CD, chromed out and phoned out
My shit is paid for, your shit is out
I it on, money keep growin'
Ice fully glowin', plus I'm bad to the
In the danger zone, I hold my own when the is gone

Like a splinter I
So why should I my blows in those
Do a bit and take the weight for your troubles
My nigga B.I.G, ride for
But it ain't too niggas that I'd die for
Why must we kill our own

How many that'll die for you?
How many get a like the pie, wit' you?
I ain't 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they with you