Niggas Bleed Lyrics

Niggas Bleed lyrics

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  

 Believe them niggas brainless  

 All they tote is stainless  

 You just remain as  

 Calm as possible  make the deal go thru  

 If not  here's 12 shots  we know how you do  

 Please make yo killins 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  

 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 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 cock a six by the house on the beach  

 Supply the peeps with Jeeps  

 Brick a piece  

 Capiche?  

 Everybody gettin cream  

 No one considered the leech  

 Think about it now, thats 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 the 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 bein scared of a nigga that breathe the same air as me  

 Niggas bleed just like us  

 Picture me bein shook  

 We can both pull burners, make the muthafuckin beef cook  

 Niggas bleed just like us  

 Picture a nigga hidin  

 My life in that man hands, while he jus decidin  

 Niggas bleed just like us  

 I'd rather go toe to toe with alla y'all  

 Runnin ain't in my protocol  

 Verse Two:  

 Since it's on, I call my nigga Arizona Ron  

 From Tuscon, push the black Yukon  

 Usually has 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 layed in the cut  

 His peeps got bucked, got locked the fuck up  

 Thats the raw vantage, came back, speakin spanish  

 Lavish habits, two rings, 20 carats  

 Heres 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  

 Chorus  

 Verse Three:  

 We agreed to go shoot till we silly  

 Because niggas 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 91, stole a gun from her workers  

 And they took drugs, they tried to jerk us  

 We blaze they place, long story  

 Glo seent my face, got shook  

 Thought a nigga was comin for the safe  

 Now she breakin, shut up, 112, whats shakin  

 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 leave  

 Ron, get the gasoline  

 This spot, we bout to blow  

 Lets get the cash before the cops and Range Rover cats know  

 Its 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 waitin patient  

 As soon as she hit the door we start blastin  

 I saw her brains hit the floor  

 Raw laughin  

 I swear to God  

 I hit MaxiPriest 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  

 Thats when other guests start to slip in  

 Its 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 dont 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