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

How many niggas that'll die for
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

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 of cats
Let they man get struck, never strike

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

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

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

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

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

And lately, niggas that snake me, 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?

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

My day be short, need coke, the fort
I'm by the cops, come blaze the court
And niggas die for, go on the shelf
Disrespect and like a man below your belt

Me, I always had, so I never go for
Had thousand dollar bills with Roosevelt
slow down, tellin' you now, put the dough down
Kick door down, surround the block, where you go now?

Fifty spit at you and that is not a whole round
Way I leave the furniture, it was co-found
Here's the low-down, with 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 like the pie, wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, they ride with you

Motherfuckin' right I'ma roll with my 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 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, ridiculous
when you're spoken to and only with permission
Like E.F. Hutton, when I talk, niggas

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, 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, money keep
Ice glowin', plus I'm bad to the bone
In the zone, I hold my own when the pain is gone

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

How niggas that'll die for you?
How get a quiche like 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