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the notorious b.i.g. - 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 n-ggas 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 k!llings clean, slugs up in between
they eyes like true lies, k!ll ’em and flee the scene
just bring back the c0ke or the cream
or else, your life is on the shelf, we mean this, frank
them cats we f-cking 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 k!ll our babies, that’s all out
i got gats that blow the wall out, clear them all out
f-ck the fallout, word to stretch i bet they p-ssy
the seven digits push me, f-cking real, here’s the deal
i got a hundred bricks, 14-5 apiece (uh-huh)
enough to cop a 6, buy the house on the beach (uh-huh)
supply the peeps with jeeps, brick apiece, capisce?
everybody getting cream, no one considered a leech
think about it now, that’s d-mn near 1.5
i k!ll them all, i’ll be set for life,” “frank, pay attention
these motherf-ckers is henchmen, renegades
if you die they still get paid, extra probably
f-ck 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]
(n-ggas bleed just like us) picture me being scared
of a n-gga that breathe the same air as me
(n-ggas bleed just like us) picture me being shook
we can both pull burners, make the motherf-cking beef cook
(n-ggas bleed just like us) picture a n-gga hiding
my life in that man’s hands while he just deciding
(n-ggas bleed just like us) i’d rather go toe-to-toe
with all of y’all; running ain’t in my protocol, uhh

[verse 2]
since it’s on, i call my n-gga arizona ron
from tucson, push the black yukon
usually had the slow grooves on, mostly rock the isley
stupid as a youngin, chose not the moves wisely
sharper with game, him and his crooks caught a jooks
heard it was sweet, about 350 apiece
ron bought a truck, two bricks laid in the cut
his peeps got bucked, got locked the f-ck up
that’s when ron vanished, came back, speaking spanish
lavish habits, two rings, twenty carats
he’s a criminal, n-gga made america’s most
k!lled his baby mother brother, slit his throat
the n-gga 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

[verse 3]
we agreed, to go in shooting is silly
because n-ggas could be hiding in showers with mac-millis
so i freaked them, 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’t my face
got shook, thought a n-gga was coming for the safe
now she breaking, “shut up, 112, what’s shaking?”
“a jamaican, some b-tches, i swear they look g-y
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 n-ggas bleed
nightmare, this b-tch 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 they fate
“ron, p-ss the gasoline”, the n-gga p-ssed me kerosene (uhh)
f-ck 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 s-xes, 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 twelve times in the chest
spinned around, shot the ch-nk 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 n-ggas 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 motherf-ckers (hahahaha)

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