Niggas Bleed
(专辑: Life After Death - 1997)
[Verse One:] 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 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 fucking wit put bombs in yo moms gas tank Lets 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'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 a
piece Enough to cop a
six buy the
house on the
beach Supply the
peeps with Jeeps Brick a
piece Capiche? Everybody getting 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 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 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 Two:] Since it's on, I
call my nigga Arizona Ron From Tuscon, 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 when Ron vanished, came back, speaking Spanish Lavish habits, two rings, 20 carats He'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 ya dying, Specially if my daughter crying, I
ain't lying Y'all know the
signs [Chorus] [Verse Three:] We agreed that going shooting is silly Because niggas could be hiding in showers with Mac Milly'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 coming for the
safe Now she breaking, shut up, 112, whats shaking A
Jamaican, some bitches I
swear They look gay In a
black Range Rover Been outside all day If its 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 bout 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 they fate Ron pass the
gasoline The
nigga pass me kerosene Fuck it, its flammable My hunger is unexplainable Strike the
match, just what I
expected The
dred kid ejected 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 MaxiPriest at least 12 times in the
chest Spinned around, shot the
chick in the
breast She crying, head shot's put her to rest Pop open the
briefcases, nothing but Franklin faces The
spots hot, sprinklers, alarm systems That's when other guests start to slip in Its 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 They Range got towed, they double parked by a
hydrant Stupid motherfuckers