Niggas Bleed

Lyrics

[Verse 1] "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 to leave them niggas 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 your killings clean, slugs up in between Their eyes like True Lies, kill 'em and flee the scene Just bring back the coke or the cream, or else Your life is on the shelf, we mean this, Frank Them cats we fucking with put bombs in your mom's gas tank" "Let's get this money baby, they shady, we get shady Dress up like ladies and burn 'em with dirty .380s Then they come to kill our babies, that's all out I got gats that blow the wall out, clear them all out, fuck the fallout Word to Stretch, I bet they pussy The seven digits push me, fucking real, here's the deal I got a hundred bricks, 14.5 apiece Enough to cop a 6, buy the house on the beach Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick apiece, capisce? Everybody getting cream, no one considered a leech Think about it now, that's damn near 1.5 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 [Chorus] Niggas bleed just like us, picture me being scared Of a nigga that breathe the same air as me Niggas bleed just like us, picture me being shook We can both pull burners, make the motherfucking beef cook Niggas bleed just like us, picture a nigga hiding My life in that man's hands while he just deciding Niggas bleed just like us, I'd rather go toe-to-toe With all of y'all, running ain't in my protocol [Verse 2] Since it's on, I call my nigga Arizona Ron From Tucson, push the black Yukon Usually had the slow grooves on, mostly rock the Isley Stupid as a youngin', chose not to move wisely Sharper with game, him and his crooks caught a jux Heard it was sweet, about 350 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 speaking 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, you dying Especially if my daughter crying, I ain't lying, y'all know the science [Chorus] Niggas bleed just like us, picture me being scared Of a nigga that breathe the same air as me Niggas bleed just like us, picture me being shook We can both pull burners, make the motherfucking beef cook Niggas bleed just like us, picture a nigga hiding My life in that man's hands while he just deciding Niggas bleed just like us, I'd rather go toe-to-toe With all of y'all; running ain't in my protocol [Verse 3] We agreed to go in shooting is silly Because niggas could be hiding in showers with MAC-millis So I freaked 'em, the telly manager was Puerto Rican Gloria from Astoria, I went to war with her Peeps in '91, stole a gun from my workers And they took drugs, they tried to jerk us We blazed they place, long story, Glo' seen my face Got shook, thought a nigga was coming for the safe Now she breaking, "Shut up! 112, what's shaking?" "A Jamaican, some bitches, I swear they look gay And 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 niggas bleed" Nightmare, this bitch don't need "Ron, get the gasoline, this spot, we about to blow this Get the cash before the cops and Range Rover cats notice" Room 112, right by the staircase, perfect place When they evacuate, they meet their fate "Ron, pass the gasoline," the nigga passed me kerosene Fuck it, it's flammable, my hunger is unexplainable Strike the match, just what I expected The dread kid ejecting in seconds and here come two... Opposite sexes, one black, one Malaysian We in the hallway waiting patient As soon as she hit the door, we start blasting I saw her brains hit the floor, Ron laughing I swear to God, I hit Maxi Priest at least 12 times in the chest Spinned around, shot the chink in the breast She crying, headshots put her to rest Pop open them briefcases, nothing but Franklin 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 dipping I know them niggas in the Range is on they way up flipping Pistol-gripping, 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 Their Range got towed, they double-parked by a hydrant Stupid motherfuckers (Hahahahahaha!)