Niggas Bleed

[Verse One]<br>Today`s agenda, got the suitcase up in the Sentra<br>Go to room 112, tell em Blanco sent ya<br>Feel the strangest, if no money exchanges<br>I got these kids in Ranges, to leave them niggas brainless<br>All they tote is stainless, you just remain as<br>calm as possible, make the deal go through<br>If not, here`s 12 shots, we know how you do<br>Please make yo killings clean, slugs up in between<br>they eyes, like "True Lies," kill `em and flee the scene<br>Just bring back the coke or the cream<br>Or else, yo life is on the shelf, we mean this Frank<br>Them cats we fuckin wit put bombs in yo` moms gas tank<br>Let`s get this money baby, they shady, we get shady<br>Dress up like ladies and burn `em with dirty 380`s<br>Then they come to kill our babies, that`s all out<br>I got gats that blow the wall out, clear the mall out<br>Fuck the fallout, word to Stretch I bet they pussy<br>The seven digits push me, fuckin real, here`s the deal<br>I got a hundred bricks, fourteen-five apiece (uh-huh)<br>Enough to cop a six; buy the house on the beach (uh-huh)<br>Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick apiece, capiche?<br>Everybody gettin cream no one considered them leech<br>Think about it now, thats damn near one-point-five<br>I kill `em all I`ll be set for life, Frank pay attention<br>These motherfuckers is henchmen, renegades<br>If you die they still get paid, extra probably<br>Fuck a robbery, I`m the boss<br>Promise you won`t rob `em, I promise<br>But of course you know I had my fingers crossed<br><br>[Chorus]<br>Niggas bleed just like us<br> Picture me bein scared<br> of a nigga that breathe the same air as me<br>Niggas bleed just like us<br> Picture me bein shook<br> We can both pull burners, make the motherfuckin beef cook<br>Niggas bleed just like us<br> Picture a nigga hidin<br> My life in that man hands, while he just decidin<br>Niggas bleed just like us<br> I`d rather go toe to toe with all of y`all<br> Runnin ain`t in my protocol<br><br>[Verse Two]<br>Since it`s on, I call my nigga Arizona Ron<br>From Tuscon, pushed the black Yukon<br>Usually had the slow grooves on, mostly rock the Isley<br>Stupid as a young`un, chose not the moves wisely<br>Sharper with game, him and his crooks, called The Juxs<br>Heard it was sweet, bout three-fifty a piece<br>Ron bought a truck, two bricks laid in the cut<br>His peeps got bucked, got locked the fuck up<br>That`s when Ron vanished, came back, speakin Spanish<br>Lavish habits, two rings, twenty carats<br>Here`s a criminal, nigga made America`s Most<br>Killed his baby mother brother, slit his throat<br>The nigga got bagged with the toast<br>Weeded, took it to trial, beat it<br>Now he feel he undefeated, he mean it<br>Nothing to lose, tattooed around his gun wounds<br>Everything to gain, embedded in his brain<br>And me I feel the same for this money and diamonds<br>Specially if my daughter cryin, I ain`t lyin<br>Y`all know the science<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse Three]<br>We agreed to go on shootin is silly<br>Because niggas could be hidin in showers with mac-milli`s<br>So I freaked `em, the telly manager was Puerto Rican<br>Gloria, from Astoria, I went to war with her<br>peeps in ninety-one, stole a gun from my workers<br>And they took drugs, they tried to jerk us<br>We blazed they place, long story, Glo` seent my face<br>Got shook, thought a nigga was comin for the safe<br>Now she breakin, shut up, 112, what`s shakin?<br>A Jamaican, some bitches I swear, they look gay<br>in a black Range Rover, been outside all day<br>If it`s trouble let me know, I`ll be on my way<br>Please, I got kids to feed, I done seen you make niggas bleed<br>Nightmare, this bitch don`t need it<br>Ron, get the gasoline, this spot, we bout to blow this<br>Get the cash before the cops and Range Rover cats notice<br>Room 112, right by the staircase, perfect place<br>When they evacuate, they meet they fate<br>Ron pass the gasoline, the nigga passed me kerosene (uhh)<br>Fuck it, it`s flame-able, my hunger is unexplainable<br>Strike the match, just what I expected<br>The dread kid ejected in seconds<br>And here come two, opposite sexes, one black, one Malaysian<br>We in the hallway waitin patient<br>As soon as she hit the door we start blastin<br>I saw her brains hit the floor, Ron laughin, I swear to God<br>I hit Maxi Priest at least twelve times in the chest<br>Spint around, shot the chink in the breast<br>She cryin, headshots put her to rest<br>Pop open the briefcases, nothin but Franklin faces<br>The spot`s hot, sprinklers, alarm systems<br>That`s when other guests start to slip in<br>It`s time for us to get to dippin<br>I know them niggas in the Range is on they way up<br>Flippin, pistol grippin, I load the clip in<br>The hallway, got real loud and crowded<br>They walked right past us, I don`t know how they allowed it<br>The funny thing about it, through all the excitement<br>They Range got towed, they double parked by a hydrant<br>Stupid motherfuckers