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  • Title:N***as Bleed
  • Artist:The Notorious B.I.G.
  • Album:The Notorious B.I.G.: Greatest Hits
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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
    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 yo killin's 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 dirty 380's
    Then they come to kill our babies
    That all out
    I got gats that blow the wall out
    Clear the mall out
    Fuck the fallout
    Word is Stretch, I bet they pussy
    The seven digits push me
    Fuckin' real
    Here's the deal
    I got a hundred bricks, 14-5 a piece
    Enough to cop six, by the house on the beach
    Supply the peeps with Jeeps
    Brick a piece
    Capiche?
    Everybody gettin' cream
    No one considered a leech
    Think about it now, that's damn near 1 point 5
    I kill 'em all I'll be set for life
    Frank pay attention
    These muthafuckas 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
    Niggas bleed just like us
    Picture me bein' scared of a nigga that breathe the same air as me
    Picture me bein' shook
    We can both pull burners, make the muthafuckin' beef cook
    Picture a nigga hidin'
    My life in that man hands, while he jus' decidin'
    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, 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 jooks
    Heard it was sweet, 'bout 350 a piece
    Ron bought a truck, 2 bricks laid in the cut
    His peeps got bucked, got locked the fuck up
    That's the raw vantage, came back, speakin' spanish
    Lavish habits, two rings, 20 carats
    Here's a criminal
    Nigga made America's Most
    Killed his baby's mother's 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, 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
    We agreed to go and shootin' silly
    Because niggas 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 '91, 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 niggas bleed
    Nightmare, this bitch don't leave
    Ron, get the gasoline
    This spot, we 'bout to blow
    Let's get the cash before the cops and Range Rover cats know
    It's 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 flammable
    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 12 times in the chest
    Spint around, shot the chick in the breast
    She cryin', headshots put her to rest
    Pop open the briefcases, nothin' but Franco faces
    The spots 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 niggas 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