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How many niggas die for you?
How get a quiche 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 ride you

How many niggas that'll die for
How many get a quiche 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

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 blaze your
Stupid motherfucker play me sweet
So I 'em on his toes, that way he never sleeps

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

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

How many niggas that'll die for
How many get a 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

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

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

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

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

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

Fifty shots spit at you and that is not a round
Way I the furniture, think it was co-found
the low-down, messin' with Mase gotta go down
What could 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' those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then ride with you

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

Lil' Kim spread like syphilis, you I'm pussy?
I you to stick your dick in this
4-4, inconspicuous in the 6 0 0, shit's ridiculous
Speak 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 ya'll be me
See me on the TV, beds dip in 3-D

Peep the CD, chromed out and out
My shit is paid for, your shit is out
I gets it on, keep growin'
Ice fully glowin', I'm bad to the bone
In the danger zone, I my own when the pain is gone

Like a I enter
So why should I throw my blows in
Do a bit upstate and the weight for your troubles
My nigga B.I.G, I'mma for
But it too many niggas that I'd die for
Why must we kill our own

How many niggas 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 ride with you