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    Yeah

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

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

    [Puff Daddy]
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Well, I'mma ride for you, would you ride for me?
    Well, I'mma die for you, would you die for me?
    Obviously, we all know you type of cats
    Let they man get struck, never strike back
    Stay in the street, seven days a week
    Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat
    Stupid motherfucker wanna play me sweet
    So I keep 'em on his toes, that way he never sleeps
    Bigger than the king and the Pope, sling no dope
    Call me anything but broke
    When it's on, I guarantee my team don't choke
    Want a war, you niggas better bring yo' force
    And when I say we won't quit, believe this shit
    When I talk about a Benz, let you see the 6
    And when I'm talkin' to a ho, let you meet my bitch
    When Puff talk, you niggas take heed to this

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

    [Mase]
    Yo, if you down to act, we came to scrap
    We beef '89, still watch your back
    A nigga smack me, I'mma smack 'em back
    If it lead to the guns, then that be that
    And lately, niggas that snake me, just make me
    Wanna send 'em heat without AC
    Thinks I'm sweet, taste me
    How much you really want it?
    Enough to put a mil' on it or your deal on it?
    This year Cancun, guess who I'm going wit
    My own niggas, see I pay my own trip
    Make my own chips, I copped my own 6
    I knock my own shit, like I'm on my own dick
    My day be short, need coke, raid the fort
    I'm knocked by the cops, come blaze the court
    And though niggas die for, go on the shelf
    Disrespect and spend like a man below your belt
    Me, I always had, so I never go for self
    Had thousand dollar bills with Teddy Roosevelt
    Better slow down, tellin' you now, put the dough down
    Kick your door down, surround the block
    Where you go now?
    Fifty shots spit at you and that is not a whole round
    Way I leave the furniture, think it was co-found
    Here's the low-down, messin' with Mase gotta go down
    What more could I say but hey, guess you niggas know now

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

    [Lil' Kim]
    Motherfuckin' right I'mma roll with my motherfuckin' dogs
    Bitches ain't around when it's time to go to war
    This shit here, nothing to fuck with
    I'm the same bitch all ya'll wanna try ya'll luck with
    Lil' Kim spread like syphilis
    You think I'm pussy?
    I dare you to stick your dick in this
    Chrome 4-4, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, shit's ridiculous
    Speak when you're spoken to and only with permission
    Like E.F. Hutton, when I talk, niggas listen
    So don't ya'll be mad at me, cuz I'm the Q to the B
    To the motherfuckin' E-E
    Copped my CD, now all ya'll wanna be me
    See me on the TV, beds will dip in 3-D
    Peep the CD, chromed out and phoned out
    My shit is paid for, your shit is loaned out
    I gets it on, money keep growin'
    Ice fully glowin', plus I'm bad to the bone
    In the danger zone, I hold my own when the pain is gone
    Like a splinter I enter
    So why should I throw my blows in those
    Do a bit upstate and take the weight for your troubles
    My nigga B.I.G, I'mma ride for
    But it ain't too many niggas that I'd die for

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

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