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

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

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Well, I'mma ride for you, would you for me?
Well, I'mma die for you, you die for me?
Obviously, we all know you type of
Let man get struck, never strike back

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

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

And I say we won't quit, believe this shit
When I talk a Benz, let you see the 6
And when I'm to a ho, let you meet my bitch
When talk, you niggas take heed to this

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

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

And lately, niggas that snake me, just me
Wanna 'em heat without AC
Thinks I'm sweet, taste me, how you really want it?
Enough to put a on it or your deal on it?

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

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

Me, I always had, so I go for self
Had thousand bills with Teddy Roosevelt
Better down, tellin' you now, put the dough down
Kick door down, surround the block, where you go now?

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

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

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

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

So don't be mad at me, cuz I'm the Q to the B
To the E-E
my CD, now all ya'll wanna be me
See me on the TV, beds dip in 3-D

Peep the CD, out and phoned out
My shit is for, your shit is loaned out
I gets it on, keep growin'
Ice glowin', plus I'm bad to the bone
In the danger zone, I hold my own when the pain is

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

How many niggas that'll die for
How get a quiche like the pie, wit' you?
I talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride you