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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