How Many Wanna - Lyrics - Ja Rule

Title: How Many Wanna
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Irving Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins, Richard Wilson, R Mays

Lyric:
Yeah, yo, yo, uh
Ja Rule, huh, Murder Inc., nigga
(How many wanna die with me?)
Come on, come on
Yo, yo

I'ma ride to the end of the road, baby
This life will drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord gon? take me

Where the fuck my gangsta's at?
(Yeah)
Where the fuck my bitches at?
(Oh)

Never gon' see shit without the Lord, they say
What's a nigga to do but kneel down and pray
Lord, forgive me
They're lookin' down on shit
Sometimes I feel I need out this shit

Spin it 'round one time
Close my eyes then click
Once I'm dead maybe I'll deserve all this
World, get off of me

Niggas hitting at Ja from what it sound like
Shit, niggas hitting at Ja don?t even sound right
Like I'm that nigga that went black and red over night
You're all welcome
Niggas know you wanna live my life

May God help ?em
I'm possessed by my sacrifice
Bitches and ice got me lovin' hell?s paradise
You feelin' me?

I'ma ride to the end of the road, baby
This life will drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord gon? take me

Where the fuck my gangsta's at?
(Yeah)
Where the fuck my bitches at?
(Oh)

I'ma ride to the end of the road, baby
This life will drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord gon? take me

Where the fuck my gangsta's at?
(Yeah)
Where the fuck my bitches at?
(Oh)

My life is caught up in some other shit
But I do deal with it
If it floods your heart, live it
Nigga don't die wit it

Just 'cause my soul?s trippin' outta control
Smashed up on the freeway
It?s gotta be the drug role, give me leave-way
Cock it back and undload murderers don't fold
Any actions need to be shown?

There we go, lots of holes
Always rap upon my foes
I keep niggas on they toes
Bitches know to get that dough
Niggas know fuck them hoes

We that heat, can't be froze
We that burnin' that leaves you cold
We them guns you can't unload
We that platinum, not that gold

We them niggas you just can?t touch
We them niggas that?s just too much
Y'all don't wanna fuck with us
We them niggas, murderers

I'ma ride to the end of the road, baby
This life will drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord gon? take me

Where the fuck my gangsta's at?
(Yeah)
Where the fuck my bitches at?
(Oh)

I'ma ride to the end of the road, baby
This life will drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord gon? take me

Where the fuck my gangsta's at?
(Yeah)
Where the fuck my bitches at?
(Oh)

How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?

How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me, die wit me?

Evidently these niggas wanna out my life
If you had your way I would be dead on sight
But I shed my pain so now is my love is life
Niggas hatin' on Ja and shit ain't even half as tight

Hey, you feeling me?
Niggas don?t wanna get to close, I?m cut throat
Throw em away like bad coke
You ain't know?

Ja Rule's a killa nigga
Ain?t the one to be fucked with
Fuck around, get dealt with
Cock and slide, pull the clip
Nigga ya fearin' this

I'ma ride to the end of the road, baby
This life will drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord gon? take me

Where the fuck my gangsta's at?
(Yeah)
Where the fuck my bitches at?
(Oh)

I'ma ride to the end of the road, baby
This life will drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord gon? take me

Where the fuck my gangsta's at?
(Yeah)
Where the fuck my bitches at?
(Oh)

How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?

How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me, die wit me?

How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?

How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me, die wit me?

How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?

How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me, die wit me?

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Say Whaatt - Lyrics - Keith Murray

Title: Say Whaatt
Artist: Keith Murray
Composer(s): Keith Omar Murray, Phalon Alexander, Reggie Noble

Lyric:
One two, one two, Keith Murray and Jazze Pha
Servin' 'em well and as you all know we are crunk as hell

Woke up at 8:30 on a Saturday morn'
Grab my remote control, cut my stereo on
Got up took a dump as I smoke some trees
And my stomach started growling for some egg MC's

I am hard core heavyweight B-boy flex
Other rappers try to flex but they soft as sex
High heels in the kitchen fixin' me a hot meal
Wipe my ass ran the faucet, then I brush my grill

Jumped in the shower, it was boiling hot
So I stayed there an hour 'cause I like it a lot
Back to my room and throw on some fresh gear
Tank top, white tees and some Nike airs

Then I'm interrupted by the ring on the phone
Def Jam Kevin Liles tellin' me that it's on
Saying Murray meet me, Lyor and Russell
You provide the heat and we'll provide you wit' that Def Jam muscle

So I said yeah I'm wit it 'cause you know I'm prepared
Put me in proper position and I'm takin' it there
I hung up the phone, went outside
And hopped in the six to bust a joy ride

Yo, dog how many wanna ride wit us and
How many wanna smoke wit us, say what?
Now how many wanna junk wit us and
How many wanna thug wit us, say what?

Now yell if you wanna roll wit us
Yell if you wanna get dough wit us, say what?
Ride smokin', ride smokin', ride
Ride smokin',ride, say what?

One o'clock on the dot is when I hit the block
Sunshine cold beamin' off ya face from my watch
I'm a monsta on these beats also on these streets
Hit the corner then I bumped into some beautiful freaks

They said, ?Murray hold up, stop, wait
Hit the brakes rims spinnin' like roller skates?
Conversing with the skeeza's for ten minutes more
Hopped back in the ride and then I slammed the door

Ridin' through your city wit the hard core beat
Stopped by the spot so I can get somethin' to eat
The way I wine and dine people think I do crime
They don't know I'm just a connoisseur of hip hop rhymes

So I got my meal and I said my grace
Thinkin' 'bout the next millions that I'll soon make
Lookin' at the clock it said deuce square tre
Wit Georgia on my mind I two wayed Jazzy Pha

Yo, dog how many wanna ride wit us and
How many wanna smoke wit us, say what?
Now how many wanna junk wit us and
How many wanna thug wit us, say what?

Now yell if you wanna roll wit us
Yell if you wanna get dough wit us, say what?
Ride smokin', ride smokin', ride
Ride smokin',ride, say what?

I heard you suckas don't like me but I ain't concerned
It must be the pretty bitties or the pay that I earn
I'm growin' and blowin' all up in yo face
Put ya head to the speaker break ya neck to the base

I'm extraterrestrial so expeditious
The first nigga to ever bust a verse on a Lexus
Sucka duck nigga think that they be the man
I don't even say nothin' I just wave my hand

Yo, dog how many wanna ride wit us and
How many wanna smoke wit us, say what?
Now how many wanna junk wit us and
How many wanna thug wit us, say what?

Yell if you wanna roll wit us
Yell if you wanna get dough wit us, say what?
Ride smokin', ride smokin', ride
Ride smokin', ride, say what?

Yo, dog how many wanna ride wit us and
How many wanna smoke wit us, say what?
Now how many wanna junk wit us and
How many wanna thug wit us, say what?

Now yell if you wanna roll wit us
Yell if you wanna get dough wit us, say what?
Ride smokin', ride smokin', ride
Ride smokin',ride, say what?

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Z - Ride Or Die - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - Ride Or Die
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn Carter, Steven Jordan

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Lyric:
Yeah, I'm rollin' with Roc-A-Fella, man
'Cause they got money, man
'Hovah, yeah, Stevie J, nigga
Y'all ready? Yo, yo

How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
How many y'all down to die tonight?
How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
Nigga, ride or die or ride or die

How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
How many y'all down to die tonight?
How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
Nigga, ride or die or ride or die, nigga

How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
How many y'all down to die tonight?
How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
Ride or die or ride or die

Aiyyo, fuck y'all niggaz, I crush y'all, rush y'all
With the four drawn an' I touch y'all, plus y'all
Little motherfuckers ain't ready for war
I seen your team in a crisis before, thought I forgot?

The same rules apply, don't try to switch up your style
Y'all niggaz is pumpkin pie an' that's plain as I
Much better than you, cat, shocked when I got the news that
This nigga ready for war, well, where that fool at?

I bruise wack rap niggaz, severely punish them
Especially those that get fucked for they publishing
Always gotta be the weakest nigga out the crew
I probably make more money off yo' album than you

You see the respect I get every time I come through
Check your own videos, you'll always be number two
Niggaz talkin' real greasy on them R 'n' B records
But I'm platinum a million times, nigga, check the credits

S Carter, ghost writer an' for the right price
I can even make yo' shit tighter
I roast niggaz like ya, smoke niggaz like ya
Take your little jewels an' put the toast to niggaz like ya

You know what the fuck we do an' why we done it
How I bring it to niggaz, who probably want it
Keep playin', you gon' find me in your lobby blunted
An' I don't even smoke, nigga, ain't no joke

Niggaz cat fightin' with Jigga, kickin' sneaky shit
Makin' little tapes but keepin' it secret
'Cause I kick that deep shit that divide your peeps shit
Now I don't know if you fuckin' with Jigga
Spittin' that weak shit, y'all

How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
How many y'all down to die tonight?
How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
Nigga, ride or die or ride or die?

How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
How many y'all down to die tonight?
How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
Ride or die or ride or die

Niggaz don't want it with Jig 'cause somethin' got to give
I got homes where you hide, I hustle where you live
Jigga's the don, bitches scream "Jigga, dandy
Dick is the bomb, about as thick as a arm"

Mr. Exxon, gas 'em with the wit an' the charm
Bitch, I'm tryin' to tell you like Nicholas Bond
I'm a big cat, listen, mami, can you dig that?
Cars, jewelry, homes, I did that

Oh shootouts, ki's, I live that
Actresses, models, chickenheads, hit that
I get stacks an' still I kick back
An' run up on niggaz with the Midac, where the shit at?

How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
How many y'all down to die tonight?
How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
Ride or die or ride or die

How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
How many y'all down to die tonight?
How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
Nigga, ride or die or ride or die

Time to separate the platinum from the white gold
Right from the door
The real from the fake, ready rock from the raw
The boss from the runners, cats who ride dick
From the cats with the numbers, the five from the six

I got cop an' crash money, pop the dash money
Press the button, alluva sudden, glock in the stash money
Beef with Jigga? Watch yo' ass, money
It's El Presidente, top brass money

Now I don't flash the steel, I blast for real
My motto 'You only good as the last nigga you kill'
I'm here to snatch this meal, nigga, that's for real
If you rollin' with me, grab the wheel, let's ride

How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
How many y'all down to die tonight?
How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
Nigga, ride or die or ride or die

How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
How many y'all down to die tonight?
How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
Ride or die or ride or die

How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
How many y'all down to die tonight?
How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
Nigga, ride or die or ride or die

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How Many Times? - Lyrics - The Great Milenko - Insane Clown Posse

Title: How Many Times?
Album: The Great Milenko
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Mike E Clark, Joseph Utsler, Joseph Bruce

Lyric:
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?

How many times will you honk your horn and say fuck you?
Now what the fuck does that do?
Ya feel better now I didn't let ya pass
How 'bout I stop my car, and beat your fuckin' ass?
How many times will my neighbor beat his wife?
Somewhere in that house there's a butcher knife
Fuckin' drunk, swingin' his fists about
Why don't you wait till he sleeps, and take him out?
How many times will I sit in a hot car?
Traffic jam, been sittin' for a fuckin' hour

Must be an accident, I hope nobody died
Finally get there, and the crash is on the other side
The gawkers roll by and creep slow
Hopin' they can see a mangled body show
Some park, and stand there and watch it all
With their kids, they point, and fuckin' stare and just look
I remember one time I was pulled over
Handcuffed, the cop was like, shows over
People watching, hoping that he shoots me
I just wanted to choke their fuckin' heads

How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?

How many times will I wait in a line
It's three thirty, I fuckin' got here at nine
I'm finally up to the front, can't wait another minute
Why am I here? To pay a fuckin' parking ticket
The lady at the counter acts like a fuckin' bitch
No smiles, no help, you're just a piece of shit
I'm gettin' pissed, calm down, fuck it, forget it
Back to my car, and there it is, another ticket

How many times will a crack head smoke crack
And ask me for some money 'cuz he wants crack
Give him money, again, he's coming back
Walk away, and here's another, Gimmie Crack
How many time will a kid give a dirty look
A little punk ass bitch tryin' to be a crook
I wrote the book, I was out robbin' liquor stores
When you were just a nut stain in your mama's drawers

How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?

How many times will you steal my car stereo,
It don't even work, ya feel like a bitch, don't ya?
I vacuum all the fuckin' glass off from my seat,
I sit down, and got a piece stuck in my butt cheek
How many times did I walk in, and just sit,
And have to listen, and learn all this bullshit
Learnin' history and science, fuckin' wait
Knowin' that, will that put food on my plate?

Yeah, can I walk into McDonald's, into the counter
And tell 'em you can make limestone from gunpowder
Will they give me a cheeseburger if I know that shit?
Fuck no, fuck you, and shut your fuckin' lip
How many times will a judge decide my fate
Who is he? A bitch nothin' great
He takes shits, and fuck his old floppy wife
Plays with his balls and judges my life

How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?

How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?
How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?

{Dawg, I peels cats all day long, mutha fucka
The call me the big wheeler cat peeler, ya know what I'm sayin'?
I run this whole mutha fucka
The whole block, dawg
They call me the king, the big king, king killer big wheeler cat peeler Yeah That's what they call me around this mutha fucka
I run this bitch
I got this bitch locked down I'm a big gang banga, man
I'm a gang banga mutha fucka
See, they ain't think that we was gang bangin'
Out in this neighborhood
But they don't know about me and my clik, dawg
And if you all wanna be down
Shit, we can sit down and talk
Ya know what I'm sayin'}

{Bobby, get your ass here right now and finish your homework
Here I come, aw dawg I gotta go man
But look, meet me here tomorrow after school
Oh wait I got year book awright meet me here
Around five-thirty tomorrow, dawg awright guys peace
I hope he doesn't get grounded, dude
Yeah, me too 'cause then we couldn't be gang bangers}

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Time To Go Home - Lyrics - Yell Fire! - Michael Franti

Title: Time To Go Home
Album: Yell Fire!
Artist: Michael Franti
Composer(s): Carl Rogers Young, Michael Franti, David Shul

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Lyric:
Those who start wars, never fight them
And those who fight wars, they never like them
And those who write laws, they can't recite them
And those of us who just fight laws, we live and die them

But I know they never gonna you tell why, no
They only wanna tell you lies, no
Never ever gonna tell you why no
They only wanna tell you lies, no

Never ever gonna tell you why no
They only wanna tell you lies, no
It's time, it's time to go home

Don't take our boys away, no
Don't take our girls away, no
Don't take our boys away, no
Don't take our girls away, no

It's time to go home
Don't take our boys away, no
Don't take our girls away, no
Don't take our boys away, no

Those who build walls are pretending
That forever they can defend them
And those who dam streams can build fountains, yes they can
But those of us who just let them run free, we can move mountains

But I know they never gonna tell you why, no
They only wanna tell you lies, no
Never ever gonna tell you why no
They only wanna tell you lies, no

Never ever gonna tell you why no
They only wanna tell you lies, no
It's time, it's time to go home

Don't take our boys away, no
Don't take our girls away, no
Don't take our boys away, no
Don't take our girls away, no

It's time to go home
Don't take our boys away, no
Don't take our girls away, no
Don't take our boys away, no

It's time, it's time

How many people were they runnin' frownin'?
How many people never saw a chromin'?
How many people never heard the warnin'?
How many people never stayed a home in?

How many people never heard the callin'?
How many people never saw it on in?
How many people did they spend it on in?
How many people got to sing a song in?

How many people never heard the cryin'?
How many people got 'em pushed to sideways?
How many people never saw the dust fly?
How many people never say goodbye?

How many people never saw the fallin'?
How many people did we end it all in?
How many people never saw the wrong in?
How many people did they grab the ground?

Don't take our boys away, no
Don't take our girls away, no
Don't take our boys away, no
Don't take our girls away, no

Don't take our boys away, no
Don't take our girls away, no
Don't take our boys away, no

It's time, it's time to go home

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Stop My Flow - Lyrics - Love & War - Jerzee Monet

Title: Stop My Flow
Album: Love & War
Artist: Jerzee Monet
Composer(s): Tyrice D. Jones, Tanisha Carey

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Lyric:
You're a hater
And you tryna stop my flow

So many wanna stop my flow
So many wanna stop my flow
Wanna come and put your road blocks down
But that don't mean I can't go around

Pretend to be a friend to me
But a fake is all that I see
Things aren't the way the use to be
Funny how time changes things

'Cause I got a little fame
Now you wanna throw mix in the game
Damn, what a shame
People hate to see you do good things, yeah, yeah

So many wanna stop my flow
So many wanna stop my flow
Wanna come and put your road blocks down
But that don't mean I can't go around

So many wanna stop my flow
So many wanna stop my flow
Wanna come and put your road blocks down
But that don't mean I can't go around

Draggin' my name through the dirt
Thinkin' it won't hurt
That won't work
Negativity don't offend me at all

Same ones that offend me
Don't know I can mend me
Back together again
I'm still here

So many wanna stop my flow
So many wanna stop my flow
Wanna come and put your road blocks down
But that don't mean I can't go around

So many wanna stop my flow
So many wanna stop my flow
Wanna come and put your road blocks down
But that don't mean I can't go around

Talkin' 'bout them haters out there
Perpetrators I swear
Pretendin' that they care
When you need 'em they're never there

I'm talkin' 'bout them haters out there
Perpetrators I swear
Pretendin' that they care
When you need 'em they're never there

Forget that, when I really need you you're never there
But when you need me I'm always there
I guess this shows me just how you really are
You always wanted to stop my flow

But your not, no way
Tell me everything
(Tell me everything, the truth)
So many tell me that they wanna stop my flow
Why?

So many wanna stop my flow
So many wanna stop my flow
Wanna come and put your road blocks down
But that don't mean I can't go around

So many wanna stop my flow
So many wanna stop my flow
Wanna come and put your road blocks down
But that don't mean I can't go around

So many wanna stop my flow
So many wanna stop my flow
Wanna come and put your road blocks down
But that don't mean I can't go around

So many wanna stop my flow
So many wanna stop my flow
Wanna come and put your road blocks down
But that don't mean I can't go around

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How Many Licks [Neptunes Remix} - Lyrics - Lil' Kim

Title: How Many Licks [Neptunes Remix}
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Mario Winans, Kimberly Jones, Mark A. Andrews

Lyric:
Hold up, so what you're saying is, oh
(Niggas got me pissed like Lil' Kim)
You want to get freaky again, aright
A-ooh-ah-ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I've been a lot of places, seen a lot of faces
Ah hell I even fucked with different races
A white dude his name was John
He had a queen bee rules tattoo on his arm, uh

He asked me if I'd be his date for the prom
And he'd buy me a horse, a Porsche and a farm
Dan my nigga from down south
Used to like me to spank him and cum in his mouth

And Tony he was Italian
And he didn't give a fuck that's what I liked about him
He ate my pussy from dark till the morning
And called his girl up and told her we was boning

Puertorican papi, he used to be deacon
But now he be sucking me off on the weekend
And this black dude I called King Kong
He had a big ass dick and a hurricane tongue

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? 'Cause I've got to know
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Tell me

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh, oh

This verse goes out to my niggas in jail
Beating their dicks to the double X L
Magazine, you like how I look in the aqua green? Get your vaseline
Grow some weave with some tissue and close your eyes
And imagine your tongue in between my thighs
Baby open up cell block eight, alright nigga that's enough

Stop, look and listen, get back to your position
Kim got your dick hard start fights in the yard
I'm hotter than a pop tart fresh out of the toaster
Niggas do anything for a Lil' Kim poster
Eses, bloods, crips, all the thugs up north in the hole
They all wanna know

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Tell me
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Tell me yeah

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh, oh

If you driving in the street hold on to your seat
Niggas grab your meat while I ride the beat
And if you see a shiny black Lamborghini fly by ya
That's me the night rider

Dressed in all black with the gat in the lap
Lunatics in the street gotta keep the heat
Sixty on the bezel, a hundred on the rings
Sitting pretty baby with a cash money bling

12 am I'm on the way to club
After three bottles I'll be ready to fuck
Some niggas even put me on their grocery lists
Right next to the whip cream and box of chocolates

Designer pussy, my shit come in flavors
High-class taste niggas got to spend paper
Lick me right the first time or you gotta do it over
Like it's rehearsal for a tootsie commercial

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the?
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Tell me

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh, oh

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Tell me
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Let me know, let me know

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Yeah
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the?

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Tell me

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh, oh

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the?

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How Many Licks (Remix) - Lyrics - Lil' Kim

Title: How Many Licks (Remix)
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Mario Winans, Kimberly Jones, Mark A. Andrews

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Lyric:
Hold up, so what you're saying is, oh
(Niggas got me pissed like Lil' Kim)
You want to get freaky again, aright
A-ooh-ah-ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I've been a lot of places, seen a lot of faces
Ah hell I even fucked with different races
A white dude his name was John
He had a queen bee rules tattoo on his arm, uh

He asked me if I'd be his date for the prom
And he'd buy me a horse, a Porsche and a farm
Dan my nigga from down south
Used to like me to spank him and cum in his mouth

And Tony he was Italian
And he didn't give a fuck that's what I liked about him
He ate my pussy from dark till the morning
And called his girl up and told her we was boning

Puertorican papi, he used to be deacon
But now he be sucking me off on the weekend
And this black dude I called King Kong
He had a big ass dick and a hurricane tongue

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? 'Cause I've got to know
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Tell me

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh, oh

This verse goes out to my niggas in jail
Beating their dicks to the double X L
Magazine, you like how I look in the aqua green? Get your vaseline
Grow some weave with some tissue and close your eyes
And imagine your tongue in between my thighs
Baby open up cell block eight, alright nigga that's enough

Stop, look and listen, get back to your position
Kim got your dick hard start fights in the yard
I'm hotter than a pop tart fresh out of the toaster
Niggas do anything for a Lil' Kim poster
Eses, bloods, crips, all the thugs up north in the hole
They all wanna know

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Tell me
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Tell me yeah

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh, oh

If you driving in the street hold on to your seat
Niggas grab your meat while I ride the beat
And if you see a shiny black Lamborghini fly by ya
That's me the night rider

Dressed in all black with the gat in the lap
Lunatics in the street gotta keep the heat
Sixty on the bezel, a hundred on the rings
Sitting pretty baby with a cash money bling

12 am I'm on the way to club
After three bottles I'll be ready to fuck
Some niggas even put me on their grocery lists
Right next to the whip cream and box of chocolates

Designer pussy, my shit come in flavors
High-class taste niggas got to spend paper
Lick me right the first time or you gotta do it over
Like it's rehearsal for a tootsie commercial

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the?
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Tell me

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh, oh

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Tell me
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Let me know, let me know

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Yeah
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the?

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Tell me

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh, oh

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the?

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How Many Licks - Lyrics - The Notorious K.I.M. - Lil' Kim

Title: How Many Licks
Album: The Notorious K.I.M.
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Mario Winans, Kimberly Jones, Mark A. Andrews

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Lyric:
Hold up, so what you're saying is, oh
(Niggas got me pissed like Lil' Kim)
You want to get freaky again, aright
A-ooh-ah-ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I've been a lot of places, seen a lot of faces
Ah hell I even fucked with different races
A white dude his name was John
He had a queen bee rules tattoo on his arm, uh

He asked me if I'd be his date for the prom
And he'd buy me a horse, a Porsche and a farm
Dan my nigga from down south
Used to like me to spank him and cum in his mouth

And Tony he was Italian
And he didn't give a fuck that's what I liked about him
He ate my pussy from dark till the morning
And called his girl up and told her we was boning

Puertorican papi, he used to be deacon
But now he be sucking me off on the weekend
And this black dude I called King Kong
He had a big ass dick and a hurricane tongue

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? 'Cause I've got to know
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Tell me

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh, oh

This verse goes out to my niggas in jail
Beating their dicks to the double X L
Magazine, you like how I look in the aqua green? Get your vaseline
Grow some weave with some tissue and close your eyes
And imagine your tongue in between my thighs
Baby open up cell block eight, alright nigga that's enough

Stop, look and listen, get back to your position
Kim got your dick hard start fights in the yard
I'm hotter than a pop tart fresh out of the toaster
Niggas do anything for a Lil' Kim poster
Eses, bloods, crips, all the thugs up north in the hole
They all wanna know

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Tell me
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Tell me yeah

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh, oh

If you driving in the street hold on to your seat
Niggas grab your meat while I ride the beat
And if you see a shiny black Lamborghini fly by ya
That's me the night rider

Dressed in all black with the gat in the lap
Lunatics in the street gotta keep the heat
Sixty on the bezel, a hundred on the rings
Sitting pretty baby with a cash money bling

12 am I'm on the way to club
After three bottles I'll be ready to fuck
Some niggas even put me on their grocery lists
Right next to the whip cream and box of chocolates

Designer pussy, my shit come in flavors
High-class taste niggas got to spend paper
Lick me right the first time or you gotta do it over
Like it's rehearsal for a tootsie commercial

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the?
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Tell me

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh, oh

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Tell me
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Let me know, let me know

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Yeah
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the?

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Tell me

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh
How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh, oh

How many licks does it take
Till you get to the center of the?

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Will They Die For You - Lyrics - Mase

Title: Will They Die For You
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): Sam Taylor, Sean Combs, Mason Betha, Ron Lawrence

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Lyric:
Yeah, how many niggas that'll die 4 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 4 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
(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

How many niggas that'll die 4 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 4 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

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?

How many niggas that'll die 4 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 4 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

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 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 you 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

How many niggas that'll die 4 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 4 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 4 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
...

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How Many Ways - Heather Headley, Vybz Kartel - Lyrics - In My Mind - Heather Headley

Title: How Many Ways - Heather Headley, Vybz Kartel
Album: In My Mind
Artist: Heather Headley
Composer(s): Lashawn Daniels, Karla A. Elie, Heather Headley, Sky Jewel, Steven Michael Marsden, Adija Palmer, Eileen Santiago, C Solo, Will C. Solomon

Lyric:
You know, it's Heather Headley, so cool, so deadly
With Vybz Kartel and these ladies say that I start well
Better be up to the time, you know I can read your mind
Penny for your thoughts, nickel for your kiss, talk yo me

I gotta' lotta things to share with you, boy
I'm checking for ya, call me, baby, sometime I'll tell it to ya
I'm feelin' all this chemistry between you and me
I can't sleep at night I toss and turn and turn

Lookin' for ya, dreams of you by my side, I'm talking to ya
What's this, what's this?
I feel, I feel, I'm curious, gotta see

How many ways can I show you how I feel?
Let you know my love is real
I'll be the girl for you I will, give you all of me

I wanna hear how it sounds when you say my name
Boy, for that I'll do anything
And if you need or you want for more
Tell me, how many ways?

I'm waiting for the day you say to me, tellin' me
I'm the one you need and you'll always take care of me
And you take me by the hand and tell me
"Baby, it's alright, it's okay"

Then you and me can finally live out all our fantasies
Layin' on the beach fall asleep in the West Indies
Listenin' to sounds of pleasure

How many ways can I show you how I feel?
Let you know my love is real
I'll be the girl for you I will, give you all of me

I wanna hear how it sounds when you say my name
Boy, for that I'll do anything
And if you need or you want for more
Tell me, how many ways?

[Incomprehensible]

[Incomprehensible]

How many ways can I show you how I feel?
Let you know my love is real
I'll be the girl for you I will, give you all of me

I wanna hear how it sounds when you say my name
Boy, for that I'll do anything
And if you need or you want for more
Tell me, how many ways?

How many ways can I show you how I feel?
Let you know my love is real
I'll be the girl for you I will, give you all of me

I wanna hear how it sounds when you say my name
Boy, for that I'll do anything
And if you need or you want for more
Tell me, how many ways?

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How Many Ways - Lyrics - Heather Headley

Title: How Many Ways
Artist: Heather Headley
Composer(s): Lashawn Daniels, Karla A. Elie, Heather Headley, Sky Jewel, Steven Michael Marsden, Adija Palmer, Eileen Santiago, C Solo, Will C. Solomon

Lyric:
You know, it's Heather Headley, so cool, so deadly
With Vybz Kartel and these ladies say that I start well
Better be up to the time, you know I can read your mind
Penny for your thoughts, nickel for your kiss, talk yo me

I gotta' lotta things to share with you, boy
I'm checking for ya, call me, baby, sometime I'll tell it to ya
I'm feelin' all this chemistry between you and me
I can't sleep at night I toss and turn and turn

Lookin' for ya, dreams of you by my side, I'm talking to ya
What's this, what's this?
I feel, I feel, I'm curious, gotta see

How many ways can I show you how I feel?
Let you know my love is real
I'll be the girl for you I will, give you all of me

I wanna hear how it sounds when you say my name
Boy, for that I'll do anything
And if you need or you want for more
Tell me, how many ways?

I'm waiting for the day you say to me, tellin' me
I'm the one you need and you'll always take care of me
And you take me by the hand and tell me
"Baby, it's alright, it's okay"

Then you and me can finally live out all our fantasies
Layin' on the beach fall asleep in the West Indies
Listenin' to sounds of pleasure

How many ways can I show you how I feel?
Let you know my love is real
I'll be the girl for you I will, give you all of me

I wanna hear how it sounds when you say my name
Boy, for that I'll do anything
And if you need or you want for more
Tell me, how many ways?

[Incomprehensible]

[Incomprehensible]

How many ways can I show you how I feel?
Let you know my love is real
I'll be the girl for you I will, give you all of me

I wanna hear how it sounds when you say my name
Boy, for that I'll do anything
And if you need or you want for more
Tell me, how many ways?

How many ways can I show you how I feel?
Let you know my love is real
I'll be the girl for you I will, give you all of me

I wanna hear how it sounds when you say my name
Boy, for that I'll do anything
And if you need or you want for more
Tell me, how many ways?

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Let'S Ride - Lyrics - Venni Vetti Vecci - Ja Rule

Title: Let'S Ride
Album: Venni Vetti Vecci
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Robert Mays, Jeffrey Atkins, Irv Gotti

Lyric:
Fuckin' clown ass motherfuckas, man
Who they think they fuckin' with?
These niggas must be out of their fuckin' minds or somethin'
So, what you wanna do?

Where my bitches down to freak wit me?
(C'mon let's ride)
How many niggaz down to roll wit me?
(C'mon let's ride)
Where my bitches that would lie for me?
(C'mon let's ride)
How many niggaz that would die for me
Die for me, die for me

Where the fuck my thugs at?
Ready or not nigga ain't no turnin' back
Where the fuck my hoes at
Who I pimp hard when they wanna get to a tap
But you know you can do that love
I'm just hear to fuck you know that, love
What you want, baby roll it or what while you think about
Twist me a douche, you holdin' me up

How many bitches wanna ride wit me
Or cum through wit the top down like ?
Where my bitches at? Hop in make it fast don't slow me down
Where the fuck my killers at, end of the light
Weight now pop a gun wit them now
Niggas don't want it now, bet you motherfuckas foldin' now
Where the fuck them clowns at
Kickin' the dough for the pussy by the hour

Where the fuck them whores at, get your dough, mama
I'm ride till the end of the road, baby
This life gonna drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' where the Lord gonna take me
Where the fuck my gangstaz at?
Cool never sweat under the gun
Where the fuck my mistress at?

At cock back ready to pop something
Since you niggaz all about frontin'
Let's see when and how you really want it
Y'all don't want my thugs to get up on it
Leave it alone but, we bought our liquor, now

Where my bitches down to freak wit me?
(C'mon let's ride)
How many niggaz down to roll wit me?
(C'mon let's ride)
Where my bitches that would lie for me?
(C'mon let's ride)
How many niggaz that would die for me
Die for me, die for me

Where my bitches down to freak wit me?
(C'mon let's ride)
How many niggaz down to roll wit me?
(C'mon let's ride)
Where my bitches that would lie for me?
(C'mon let's ride)
How many niggaz that would die for me
Die for me, die for me

Bitch niggaz, better smarten up
Before I bring out the toast and touch you up
Fuckin' wit Ja, you know you got a lot of luck
But nowadays you ain't gettin' out as much
What the fuck iz up baby boy you scared or what
I swiss nothin' but the hot shit
So, I hear you wanna pop shit, you don't know who you
Fuckin' wit, let me show why life's a bitch

I went through drug money, hustlin' every day just to get a taste
Through gun or blood money, killin' niggaz back then for a small face
Got in the hot money, whats yours was mine in every case
Now it's play money, spit the raw and if more get chased
Holla out my niggaz, be the word of mouth
My bitches bang head like the dirty south nigga bounce
Row my niggaz, ride my bitches if you ain't heard nigga ride out wit us
Where the fuck all my murderers, hit up wit the heat, nigga just because
Got the whole world wonderin what the motive was, let's ride

Where my bitches down to freak wit me?
(C'mon let's ride)
How many niggaz down to roll wit me?
(C'mon let's ride)
Where my bitches that would lie for me?
(C'mon let's ride)
How many niggaz that would die for me
Die for me, die for me

The Lord is callin' me recently but ain't got time to speak
Lord what you want with me, hope it ain't my time for the grim to reap
Niggaz be killin me, turn around, look them mud eye gun' em down
That's how I hit' em in it, cool 'em off, what the fuck is you hollin' bout
Niggaz be runnin' wild paid to strip, let'em have till the sun hit
Will never calm down deal wit it, a lot of niggaz get killed for this
Especially my niggaz, rest in peace to my dogs who I love to death
For when I die niggaz, heaven and hell
I've been down wit some of the best, yeah, niggaz

Where my bitches down to freak wit me?
(C'mon let's ride)
How many niggaz down to roll wit me?
(C'mon let's ride)
Where my bitches that would lie for me?
(C'mon let's ride)
How many niggaz that would die for me
Die for me, die for me

Where my bitches down to freak wit me?
(C'mon let's ride)
How many niggaz down to roll wit me?
(C'mon let's ride)
Where my bitches that would lie for me?
(C'mon let's ride)
How many niggaz that would die for me
Die for me, die for me

C'mon let's ride, c'mon let's ride, c'mon let's ride
C'mon let's ride, c'mon let's ride, c'mon let's ride

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How Many Lies ? - Lyrics - Spandau Ballet

Title: How Many Lies ?
Artist: Spandau Ballet
Composer(s): Gary Kemp

Lyric:
Once there were times
Once there were reasons filled with rhymes
Everything shared, everything told
You keep me so warm
Protect me from all those mighty storms

And dreams seem so old
So look at us now just look at us now
With our hands on our hearts
And lines on our brow

How many lies must we tell?
How many lies must we see?
How many times must we say it's for the best?
And leave truth as the casualty?

Do you read through the lines
Or believe the TV and the Times?
Where can we find more ways to see?
You strain on the truth

And make believe all when you cry wolf
And the lies you're giving me
So look at us now just look at us now
With our hands on our hearts
And lines on our brow

How many lies must we tell?
How many lies must we see?
How many times must we say it's for the best?
And leave truth as the casualty?

Oh well the truth is hard
So when they write the book
Fiction's what you wanna be
Well it's your freedom of choice
But you know that lies are the cancer of democracy

You've painted your face
And now you've tainted your words
And now you're ready and armed with love
Well if you're head is steady
And your soul is ready

We're going up above
So whatever you wanna be
Just come on along with me
If there's truth in our hearts
Maybe we can break free

How many lies must we tell?
How many lies must we see?
How many times must we say it's for the best?
And leave truth as the casualty?

How many lies must we tell?
How many lies must we see?
How many times must we say it's for the best?
And leave truth as the casualty?
How many times must we say it's for the best?
And leave nothing yeah

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Till You'Re Gone - Lyrics - Barbara Mandrell

Title: Till You'Re Gone
Artist: Barbara Mandrell
Composer(s): Aldridge Brasfiel

Lyric:
How many days, how many ways
Do I have to lose you 'till you're gone?
How many nights, how many lonely nights
Do I have to lose you, darling, 'till you're gone?

It happens every time I think
I'm getting over you
Something 'bout somebody new
Gets me thinking about you

How many times, how many times
Do I have to lose you 'till you're gone?
I wanna know, do I have to lose you 'till you're gone?

I see you on the late show
I hear you on the radio
Darling, everywhere I go
Your memory is there

How many times, how many times
Do I have to lose you, darling, 'till you're gone?
I wanna know
Do I have to lose you, darling, 'till you're gone?

How many days, how many nights 'till you're gone?
I wanna know
I wanna know, darling

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Will They Die 4 You? - Lyrics - Mase

Title: Will They Die 4 You?
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): Sam Taylor, Sean Combs, Mason Betha, Ron Lawrence

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Lyric:
Yeah

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

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

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

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?

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

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 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
Why must we kill our own kind?

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

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