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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