[Featuring Lil' Kim, Puff Daddy]

Yeah, how many niggaz that'll die for you

How many get the key split the pie with chu

I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you

Niggaz know, infrareds on ya head and they ride with you

Verse One: Puff Daddy

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

While I'ma ride for you, would you ride for me?

While 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 glaze 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

Wanna war, you niggaz better bring yo 4

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 hoe, let you meet my bitch

When Puff talk, you niggaz take heed  to this

Chorus

Verse Two: Mase

Yo, if you down to act, we can 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, niggaz 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 Cancoon gets on gone with

My own niggaz, 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 niggaz die over go on the shelf

Disrespect and spend

Like a man below your belt

Me, I always have, 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 cold found

Here's the low-down, messin' with Mase gotta go down

What more could I say but hey, guess you niggaz know now

Chorus

Verse Three: Lil' Kim

Motherfuckin' right I'ma roll with my motherfuckin' dogs

Cause 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

Little 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 rediculous

Speak when you're spoken to and only with permission

Like E.F. Hudden, when I talk, niggaz listen

So don't y'all be mad at me, cause I'm the Q to the B

To the motherfuckin' E-E

Popped my CD, now all y'all wanna be me

See me on the TV, different than 3-D

Peep the steedy, chromed out and phoned out

My shit is paid for, your shit is loaned out

I get's 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 ya enter

So why should I throw my blows and double

Do a bid upstate and take the weight for your troubles

My nigga BIG, I'ma ride for

But it ain't to many niggaz that I'd die for