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

How niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a quiche the pie, wit you?
I ain't talkin' those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a on ya head, then they ride with 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, never back

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

Bigger than the king and the Pope, sling no
me anything but broke
When on, I guarantee 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 I'm talkin' to a ho, let you meet my bitch
Puff talk, you niggas take heed to this

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

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

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

This year Cancun, guess who I'm 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, need coke, 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 had, so I never go for self
Had thousand bills with Teddy Roosevelt
Better slow down, tellin' you now, put the dough
Kick your door down, surround the block, you go now?

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

How many niggas that'll die for
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' I'ma roll with my motherfuckin' dogs
Bitches around when it's time to go to war
This shit here, nothing to fuck
I'm the same bitch all ya'll wanna try ya'll luck

Lil' Kim spread 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
when you're spoken to and only with permission
Like E.F. Hutton, I talk, niggas listen

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

the CD, chromed out and phoned out
My shit is paid for, shit is loaned out
I gets it on, money growin'
Ice glowin', plus I'm bad to the bone
In the danger zone, I my own when the pain is gone

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

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