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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

Repeat 1
[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

Repeat 1

[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

Repeat 1

And even though the moment passed me by
I still can t turn away
Cause all the dreams you never thought you d lose
Got tossed along the way
And letters that you never meant to send
Get lost or thrown away

And...

A vase of wilted flowers
For those who ve lost their powers
No use in treading water
When there s no air to breathe in

Help me find a way to move on
Standing in the way of the sun
Help me find you, help you find me
Now who inspires you?

Her moods are so abrasive
The sound...

Guess that we could always want for something more
Then how much is enough
So much for all the things we know we can t afford
I don t need any more stuff baby
Let everybody else rush around, fight the crowds
Only to ask themselves why
All I need is just some mistletoe, you and...

Les boys do cabaret
Les boys are glad to be gay
They re not afraid now
Disco bar in Germany
Les boys are glad to be
Upon parade now

Les boys got leather straps
Les boys got SS caps
But they got no gun now
Get dressed up get...

You wanna get a statement from Jesus C
It s like talking to the wall
He s incommunicado no comment to make
He s saying nothing at all

But in the communique you know he s gonna come clean
Think what he say, say what he mean
Maybe on...