Today's agendaGot the suitcase up in the SentraGo to room 112, tell 'em Blanco sent yaFeel the strangestIf no money exchangesI got these kids in RangesBelieve them niggas brainlessAll they tote is stainlessYou just remain asCalm as possible, make the deal go throughIf not, here's 12 shots, we know how you doPlease make yo killin's cleanSlugs up in betweenThey eyes, like True LiesKill 'em and flee the sceneJust bring back the coke or the creamOr else, yo' life is on the shelfWe mean this FrankThem cats we fuckin' wit' put bombs in yo' moms gas tankLet's get this money babyThey shady, we get shadyDress up like ladiesAnd burn 'em with dirty 380'sThen they come to kill our babiesThat all outI got gats that blow the wall outClear the mall outFuck the falloutWord is Stretch, I bet they pussyThe seven digits push meFuckin' realHere's the dealI got a hundred bricks, 14-5 a pieceEnough to cock a six by the house on the beachSupply the peeps with JeepsBrick a pieceCapiche?Everybody gettin' creamNo one considered the leechThink about it now, that's damn near 1 point 5I kill 'em all I'll be set for lifeFrank pay attentionThese muthafuckas is henchmenRenegades, if you die they still get paidExtra probably, fuck the robberyI'm the bossPromise you won't rob 'em, I promiseBut of course you know I had my fingers crossed[Chorus]Niggas bleed just like usPicture me bein' scared of a nigga that breathe the same air as meNiggas bleed just like usPicture me bein' shookWe can both pull burners, make the muthafuckin' beef cookNiggas bleed just like usPicture a nigga hidin'My life in that man hands, while he jus' decidin'Niggas bleed just like usI'd rather go toe to toe with alla y'allRunnin' ain't in my protocolSince it's on, I call my nigga Arizona RonFrom Tucson, push the black YukonUsually has the slow grooves onMostly rock the IsleyStupid as a youngin', chose not to move wiselySharper with game, him and his crooks, caught a jooksHeard it was sweet, 'bout 350 a pieceRon bought a truck, 2 bricks laid in the cutHis peeps got bucked, got locked the fuck upThat's the raw vantage, came back, speakin' spanishLavish habits, two rings, 20 caratsHere's a criminalNigga made America's MostKilled his baby's mother's brother, slit his throatThe nigga got bagged with the toast, weededTook it to trial, beat itNow he feel he undefeatedHe mean itNothing To Lose, tattooed around his gun woundsEverything, the game, embedded in his brainAnd me I feel the same for this money and diamonds'Specially if my daughter cryin', I ain't lyin'Y'all know the signs[Chorus]We agreed to go shoot 'til we sillyBecause niggas could be hidin' in showers with Mac Billy'sSo I freaked 'emThe telly manager was Puerto RicanGloria, from Historia, I went to war with herPeeps in '91, stole a gun from her workersAnd they took drugs, they tried to jerk usWe blaze they place, long storyGlo' sent my face, got shookThought a nigga was comin' for the safeNow she breakin', shut up, 112, what's shakin'A Jamaican, some bitches I swearThey look gayIn a black Range RoverBeen outside all dayIf it's trouble let me know, I'll be on my wayPlease I got kids to feed, I done seen you make niggas bleedNightmare, this bitch don't leaveRon, get the gasolineThis spot, we 'bout to blowLet's get the cash before the cops and Range Rover cats knowIts room 112Right by the staircase, perfect placeWhen they evacuate, they meet they fateRon pass the gasolineThe nigga pass me keroseneFuck it, it's flammableMy hunger is unexplainableStrike the match, just what I expectedThe dread kid ejected in secondsAnd here come twoOpposite sexesOne black, one MalaysianWe in the hallway waitin' patientAs soon as she hit the door we start blastin'I saw her brains hit the floorRaw laughin'I swear to GodI hit Maxi Priest at least 12 times in the chestSpint around, shot the chick in the breastShe cryin', headshots put her to restPop open the briefcases, nothin' but Franco facesThe spots hot, sprinklers, alarm systemsThat's when other guests start to slip inIt's time for us to get to dippin'I know them niggas in the Range is on they way upFlippin', pistol grippin'I know they clippin'The hallway, got real loud and crowdedThey walked right past usI don't know how they allowed itThe funny thing about itThrough all the excitementThey Range got towed, they double parked by a hydrantStupid motherfuckers
Songs by The Notorious B.I.G.
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