N***AS BLEED
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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 a leach
Think about it now, thats
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 hidin'
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 Tucson, pushed
the black Yukon
Usually had the slow grooves
on, mostly rock the Isley
Stupid as a young'un,
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
Everything to gain,
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 Astoria,
I went to war with her
peeps in ninety-one, stole
a gun from my 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
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 passed me kerosene
Fuck it, its 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 Franklin faces
The spot's hot,
sprinklers, alarm systems
Thats 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 load the clip in
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
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