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How many 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 ride you

How many that'll die for you?
How many get a like 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

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 know you type of
Let they man get struck, never strike

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

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

And when I say we won't quit, this shit
I talk 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 niggas that'll die for you?
How get a quiche like the pie, wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, they ride with you

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

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

Me, I had, so I never go for self
Had thousand dollar bills with Teddy
Better down, tellin' 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 whole
Way I leave the furniture, think it was
Here's the low-down, with Mase gotta go down
What more I say but hey, guess you niggas know now?

How many niggas 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 red's on ya head, then ride with you

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

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

So ya'll 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, will dip in 3-D

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

a splinter I enter
So why I throw my blows in those
Do a bit upstate and take the for your troubles
My B.I.G, I'mma 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, you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, they ride with you