Chorus
Yeah, how many n****z that'll die for you
How many get the quiche like the pie wit you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high wit you
N****z know, infrareds on ya head and they ride wit you
[Puff Daddy]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
While I'ma ride for you, would you ride for me?
While I'ma 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 streets, seven days a week
S**t get hot, you never blaze your heat
Stupid motherf**ker 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
Wanna war, you n****z better bring yo force
And when I say we won't quit, believe this s**t
When I talk about a Benz, let you see the 6
And when I'm talkin' to a hoe, let you meet my b****
When Puff talk, you n****z take heed to this
Chorus
Yeah, how many n****z that'll die for you
How many get the quiche like the pie wit you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high wit you
N****z know, infrareds on ya head and they ride wit you
[Mase]
Yo, if you down to act, we down to scrap
We beef '89, still watch your back
A n**** smack me, I'ma smack 'em back
If it lead to the guns, then that be that
And lately, n****z 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 goin' with
My own n****z, see I pay my own trip
Make my own chips, I copped my own 6
I knock my own s**t, like I'm on my own d***
My day be short, need coke, raid the fort
I'm knocked by the cops, come blaze the court
And though n****z die for, go on the shelf
Disrespect and spend like a man below your belt
Me, I always have, 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 n****z know now
Chorus
Yeah, how many n****z that'll die for you
How many get the quiche like the pie wit you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high wit you
N****z know, infrareds on ya head and they ride wit you
[Lil' Kim]
Motherf**kin' right I'ma roll with my motherf**kin' dogs
B****es ain't around when it's time to go to war
This s**t here, nothing to f**k with
I'm the same b**** all y'all wanna try y'all luck with
Little Kim spread like syphilis
You think I'm pussy?
I dare you to stick your d*** in this
Chrome 44, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, s**t's ridiculous
Speak when you're spoken to and only with permission
Like E.F. Hutton, when I talk, n****z listen
So don't y'all be mad at me, cause I'm the Q to the B
To the motherf**kin' E-E
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 s**t is paid for, your s**t 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 ya enter
So why should I throw my blows in those
Do a bid upstate and take the weight for your troubles
My n**** BIG, I'ma ride for
But it ain't to many n****z that I'd die for
Chorus
Yeah, how many n****z that'll die for you
How many get the quiche like the pie wit you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high wit you
N****z know, infrareds on ya head and they ride wit you. |
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