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

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Well, ride 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, strike back

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

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

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

How many niggas that'll die for
How many get a quiche like the pie, wit
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 beef '89, still watch your
A nigga smack me, I'mma 'em back
If it to the guns, then that be that

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

This 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, I'm on my own dick

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

Me, I always had, so I go for self
Had thousand dollar bills Teddy Roosevelt
Better slow down, tellin' you now, put the down
Kick your 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
Here's the low-down, messin' Mase gotta go down
What more could I say but hey, guess you niggas know

How many 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

Motherfuckin' I'ma roll with my motherfuckin' dogs
Bitches around when it's time to go to war
This shit here, nothing to with
I'm the same all ya'll wanna try ya'll luck with

Kim spread like syphilis, you think 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 to and only with permission
Like E.F. Hutton, when I talk, 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, out and phoned out
My is paid for, your shit is loaned out
I gets it on, keep growin'
Ice glowin', plus I'm bad to the bone
In the danger zone, I hold my own the pain is gone

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

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 on ya head, then they ride with you