Yeah, how many niggaz that'll die for you   How many get the keys like to ***   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   *** 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 *** of 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, ***, raid the fort   I'm knocked by the cops, come blaze the court   And though niggaz ***   Disrespect ***   Like a ***   Me, I always have, so I never go for self   Had thousand dollar bills with Teddy Roosevelt   Better slow down, tellin' you now, ***   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, ***   Peep the steedy, chromed out and phoned out   My shit is paid for, your shit is loaned out   I keeps 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 ***   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      Chorus