Yeah, how many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki' slice the pie with you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those who get high with you
Niggas know infrareds on your head and they ride with you
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki' slice the pie with you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those who get high with you
Niggas know infrareds on your head and they ride with you (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Well I'ma ride for you
Would you ride for me?
Well 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
Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat
Stupid mothafucka, wanna play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, that way he never sleep
Bigger than the king and the pope, sling no dope
Call me anythin' but broke
When it's on, I guarantee my team
Don't choke, wanna war?
You niggas better bring your folks
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 heave to this

Yeah, how many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki' slice the pie with you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know infrareds on your head and they ride with you
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki' slice the pie with you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know infrareds on your head and they ride with you

Yo, if you down to act, be down to scrap
We beef '89 still watch your back
A nigga smack me, I'ma smack him back
If it lead to guns, then that be that
And lately niggas that snake me, just make me
Wanna send 'em heat without A/C
Thinks I'm sweet, taste me
How much you really want it?
Enough to put a mill' on it or your deal on it
This year Cancun, guess who I'm goin' wit
My own niggas, see I pay my own trip
Make my own chips, I cop my own 6
I knock my own shit like I'm on my own dick
My days is short, need coke?
Raid the fort, don't knock by the cock
Come blaze the court
And though niggas ? goin to shove
Disrespect the spin like a man below your belt
Me, I always has, so I never go for self
Pack thousand dolla bills with Teddy Roosevelt
Better slow down, tellin' you know
Put the dough down, kick your door down
Surround the block, where you go now?
Fifty shots spit at you and that not a whole round
Way I leave your furniture think it was coke found
Here's the low down, messin' wit Mase, gotta go down
What more can I say but hey?
Guess you niggas know now

How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki' slice the pie with you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know infrareds on your head and they ride with you
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki' slice the pie with you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know infrareds on your head and they ride with you

Motherfuckin' right I'ma roll with my motherfuckin' dogs
Bitches ain't around when it's time to go to war
This shit here, nothin' to fuck with
I'm the same bitch all y'all wanna try y'all 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 y'all be mad at me, 'cause I'm the Q to the B
To the motherfuckin' E-E
Copped my CD, now all y'all wanna be me
See me on the TV, bezel dipped in 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 bid upstate and take the weight for your troubles
My nigga B.I.G, I'ma ride for
But it ain't too many niggas that I'd die for

How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki' slice the pie with you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know infrareds on your head and they ride with you
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki' slice the pie with you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know infrareds on your head and they ride with you

How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki' slice the pie with you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know infrareds on your head and they ride with you
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki' slice the pie with you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know infrareds on your head and they ride with you

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Writer(s): Mason Betha, Ronald Anthony Lawrence, Samuel Leroy Taylor, Sean Combs