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How niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a quiche like the pie, wit
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 get a quiche like 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

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

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

Bigger than the king and the Pope, no dope
Call me but broke
When on, I guarantee my team don't choke
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 to a ho, let you meet my bitch
When talk, you niggas take heed to this

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, they ride with you

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

And lately, niggas that me, just make me
Wanna send 'em heat AC
I'm sweet, taste me, how much 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
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, blaze the court
And though die for, go on the shelf
Disrespect and spend like a man your belt

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

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
more could I say but hey, guess you niggas know now?

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

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

Lil' Kim spread like syphilis, you I'm pussy?
I dare you to stick your dick in
Chrome 4-4, inconspicuous in the 6 0 0, shit's
Speak when you're spoken to and 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 shit is out
I it on, money keep growin'
Ice fully glowin', plus I'm bad to the
In the zone, I hold my own when the pain is gone

Like a I enter
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 niggas 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' those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they with you