Niggas Bleed - 2007 Remaster

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