Yeah



1 -     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 



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[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 



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[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 



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