[Intro: Chef]
And here they are, Puff Daddy, Ma$e, and Lil' Kim
[Chorus: Ma$e with Serj Tankian]
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get the ki', slice the pie wit' you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get the ki', slice the pie wit' you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you
[Verse 1: Diddy]
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 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 (Come on)
And when I say we won't quit, believe this shit
When I talk about a Benz, let you see the six
And when I'm talkin' to a ho, let you meet my bitch
When Puff talk, you niggas take heed to this
[Chorus: Ma$e & Serj Tankian, Ma$e]
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get the ki', slice the pie wit' you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get the ki', slice the pie wit' you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you (Come on)
[Verse 2: Ma$e]
If you down to act, we came to scrap, we beef '89
Still watch your back, a nigga smack me, I'ma smack 'em back
If it lead to the guns, then that be that
And lately, niggas that snake me
Just make me wanna send 'em heat without AC
Thinks I'm sweet, taste me
How much you really want it?
Enough to put a mil' on it or your deal on it
This year Cancun
Guess who I'm going wit, my own niggas
See, I pay my own trip
Make my own chips, I copped my own six, I knock my own shit
Like I'm on my own dick
My day be short, need coke, raid the fort
I'm knocked by the cops, come blaze the court
And though niggas die for, go on the shelf
Disrespect and spend like a man below your belt
Me, I always had, so I never go for self
Had thousand dollar bills with Teddy Roosevelt
Better slow down, tellin' you now, put the dough down, kick your door down
Surround the block, where you go now?
Fifty shots spit at you and that is not a whole round
Way I leave the furniture, think it was co-found
Here's the low-down, messin' with Ma$e
Gotta go down what more could I say?
But hey, guess you niggas know now
[Chorus: Ma$e & Serj Tankian]
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get the ki', slice the pie wit' you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get the ki', slice the pie wit' you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you
[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
Motherfuckin' right, I'ma roll with my motherfuckin' dogs
Bitches ain't around when it's time to go to war
This shit here, nothing to fuck with
I'm the same bitch all y'all wanna try y'all luck with
Lil' Kim spread like syphilis
You think I'm pussy? I dare you to stick your dick in this
Chrome .44, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, shit's ridiculous
Speak when you're spoken to and only with permission
Like E.F. Hutton, when I talk, niggas listen
So don't y'all be mad at me
'Cause I'm the Q to the B to the motherfuckin' EE
Copped my CD, now all y'all wanna be me
See me on the TV, beds will dip in 3D
Peep the CD, chromed out and phoned out
My shit is paid for, your shit is loaned out
I gets it on, money keep growin'
Ice fully glowin', plus I'm bad to the bone
In the danger zone, I hold my own
When the pain is gone, like a splinter, I enter
So why should I throw my blows in those?
Do a bid upstate and take the weight for your troubles
My nigga B.I.G., I'ma ride for
But it ain't too many niggas that I'd die for
[Chorus: Ma$e & Serj Tankian, Serj Tankian]
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get the ki', slice the pie wit' you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you
How many niggas that'll die for you? (Why must we kill our own kind?)
How many get the ki', slice the pie wit' you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you
How many niggas that'll die for you? (Why must we kill our own kind?)
How many get the ki', slice the pie wit' you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you
How many niggas that'll die for you? (Why must we kill our own kind?)
How many get the ki', slice the pie wit' you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you
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