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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 they with you

How many niggas die for you?
How many get a 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

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

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

than the king and the Pope, sling no dope
Call me anything but
When it's on, I guarantee my team choke
Want a war, you niggas bring yo' force

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

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

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

And lately, niggas that me, just make me
Wanna send 'em 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
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, the fort
I'm by the cops, come blaze the court
And though die for, go on the shelf
Disrespect and like a man below your belt

Me, I always had, so I go for self
Had thousand bills with Teddy Roosevelt
Better slow down, tellin' you now, put the down
Kick your door down, surround the block, 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' with Mase go down
What more could I say but hey, guess you niggas now?

How many that'll 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

Motherfuckin' right I'ma roll with my motherfuckin'
Bitches ain't around when time to go to war
This shit here, to fuck with
I'm the bitch all ya'll wanna try ya'll luck with

Kim spread like syphilis, you think I'm pussy?
I dare you to your dick in this
Chrome 4-4, in the 6 0 0, shit's ridiculous
Speak when you're spoken to and only 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
Copped my CD, now all wanna be me
See me on the TV, will dip in 3-D

Peep the CD, chromed out and out
My shit is paid for, shit is loaned out
I gets it on, 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 throw my blows in
Do a bit upstate and take the for your 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 that'll die for you?
How many get a quiche like the pie, wit'
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high you
Niggas know, if a on ya head, then they ride with you