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