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And here they are, Puff Daddy, Ma$e
And Lil' Kim!
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get the quiche
Slice the pie wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know, infared's on ya head
Then they ride with you
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get the quiche
Slice the pie wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know, infared's on ya head
Then they ride with you
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 six
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 the quiche
Slice the pie wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know, infared's on ya head
Then they ride with you
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get the quiche
Slice the pie wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know, infared's on ya head
Then they ride with you
If you down to act, we came to scrap
We beef '89
Still watch your back, a nigga smack me
I'm ma 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 six
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 the quiche
Slice the pie wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know, infared's on ya head
Then they ride with you
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get the quiche
Slice the pie wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know, infared's on ya head
Then they ride with you
Motherfuckin' right
I'm ma 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 y'all wanna try y'all luck with
Lil' Kim spread like syphilis
You think I'm pussy? I dare you
To stick your dick in this
Chrome 44, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0
Shit's ridiculous
Speak when you're spoken to
And only with permission
Like EF Hutton, when I talk, niggas listen
So don't y'all be mad at me
'cuz I'm the Q to the B
To the motherfuckin' EE, copped my CD
Now all y'all wanna be me, see me on the TV
Beds will dip in 3D, 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 BIG
I'm ma 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 the quiche
Slice the pie wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know, infared's on ya head
Then they ride with you
How many niggas that'll die for you?
(Why must we kill our own kind?)
How many get the quiche
Slice the pie wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know, infared's on ya head
Then they ride with you
How many niggas that'll die for you?
(Why must we kill our own kind?)
How many get the quiche
Slice the pie wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know, infared's on ya head
Then they ride with you
How many niggas that'll die for you?
(Why must we kill our own kind?)
How many get the quiche
Slice the pie wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know, infared's on ya head
Then they ride with you
And Lil' Kim!
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get the quiche
Slice the pie wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know, infared's on ya head
Then they ride with you
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get the quiche
Slice the pie wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know, infared's on ya head
Then they ride with you
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 six
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 the quiche
Slice the pie wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know, infared's on ya head
Then they ride with you
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get the quiche
Slice the pie wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know, infared's on ya head
Then they ride with you
If you down to act, we came to scrap
We beef '89
Still watch your back, a nigga smack me
I'm ma 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 six
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 the quiche
Slice the pie wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know, infared's on ya head
Then they ride with you
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get the quiche
Slice the pie wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know, infared's on ya head
Then they ride with you
Motherfuckin' right
I'm ma 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 y'all wanna try y'all luck with
Lil' Kim spread like syphilis
You think I'm pussy? I dare you
To stick your dick in this
Chrome 44, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0
Shit's ridiculous
Speak when you're spoken to
And only with permission
Like EF Hutton, when I talk, niggas listen
So don't y'all be mad at me
'cuz I'm the Q to the B
To the motherfuckin' EE, copped my CD
Now all y'all wanna be me, see me on the TV
Beds will dip in 3D, 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 BIG
I'm ma 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 the quiche
Slice the pie wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know, infared's on ya head
Then they ride with you
How many niggas that'll die for you?
(Why must we kill our own kind?)
How many get the quiche
Slice the pie wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know, infared's on ya head
Then they ride with you
How many niggas that'll die for you?
(Why must we kill our own kind?)
How many get the quiche
Slice the pie wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know, infared's on ya head
Then they ride with you
How many niggas that'll die for you?
(Why must we kill our own kind?)
How many get the quiche
Slice the pie wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know, infared's on ya head
Then they ride with you
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