Notorious B.I.G. - Niggas Bleed Lyrics
Verse one:Todays agenda, got the suitcase up in the sentraGo to room 112, tell em blanco sent yaFeel the strangest, if no money exchangesI got these kids in ranges, believe them niggaz brainlessAll they tote is stainless, you just remain asCalm as possible, make the deal go throughIf not, heres 12 shots, we know how you doPlease make yo killings clean, slugs up in betweenThey eyes, like true lies, kill em and flee the sceneJust bring back the coke or the creamOr else, yo life is on the shelf, we mean this frankThem cats we *****in wit put bombs in yo moms gas tankLets get this money baby, they shady, we get shadyDress up like ladies and burn em with thirty-three-eightiesThen they come to kill our babies, thats all outI got gats that blow the wall out, clear the mall out***** the fallout, word to stretch, I bet they *****The seven digits push me, *****in real, heres the dealI got a hundred bricks, fourteen-five a pieceEnough to cop a six buy the house on the beachSupply the peeps with jeeps, brick apiece, capiche?Everybody gettin cream no one considered them leechThink about it now, thats damn near one point fiveI kill em all Ill be set for life frank pay attentionThese mother*****ers is henchmen, renegadesIf you die they still get paid, extra probably***** a robbery, Im the bossPromise you wont rob em, I promiseBut of course you know I had my fingers crossedChorus:Niggaz bleed just like usPicture me bein scaredOf a nigga that breathe the same air as meNiggaz bleed just like usPicture me bein shookWe can both pull burners, make the mother*****in beef cookNiggaz bleed just like usPicture a nigga highThen my life in that man hands, while he just decidinNiggaz bleed just like usId rather go toe to toe with all of yallRunnin aint in my protocolVerse two:Since its on, I call my nigga arizona ronFrom tuscon, pushed the black yukonUsually had the slow grooves on, mostly rock the isleyStupid as a youngun, chose not the moves wiselySharper with game, him and his crooks, called the jooksHeard it was sweet, bout three-fifty a pieceRon bought a truck, two bricks laid in the cutHis peeps got bucked, got locked the ***** upThats when ron vanished, came back, speakin spanishLavish habits, two rings, twenty caratsHeres a criminal, nigga made americas mostKilled his baby mother brother, slit his throatThe nigga got bagged with the toastWeeded, took it to trial, beat itNow he feel he undefeated, he mean itNothing to lose, tattooed around his gun woundsHeavy in the game, embedded in his brainAnd me I feel the same for this money and diamondsSpecially if my daughter cryin, I aint lyinYall know the signsChorusVerse three:We agreed to go on shootin is sillyBecause niggaz could be hidin in showers with mac billysSo I freaked em, the telly manager was puerto ricanGloria, from historia, I went to war with herPeeps in ninety-one, stole a gun from her workersAnd they took drugs, they tried to jerk usWe blaze they place, long story, glo seen my faceGot shook, thought a nigga was comin for the safeNow she breakin, shut up, 112, whats shakinA jamaican, some *****es I swear, they look gayIn a black range rover, been outside all dayIf its trouble let me know, Ill be on my wayPlease, I got kids to feed, I done seen you make niggaz bleedNightmare, this ***** dont need itRon, get the gasoline, this spot, we bout to blow thisLets get the cash before the cops and range rover cats noticeRoom 112, right by the staircase, perfect placeWhen they evacuate, they meet they fateRon pass the gasoline, the nigga pass me kerosene***** it, its flame-able, my hunger is unexplainableStrike the match, just what I expectedThe dread kid ejected in secondsAnd here come two, opposite sexes, one black, one malaysianWe in the hallway waitin patientAs soon as she hit the door we start blastinI saw her brains hit the floor, ron laughin, I swear to godI hit maxi priest at least twelve times in the chestSpin-t around, shot the chink in the breastShe cryin, headshots put her to restPop open the briefcases, nothin but franco facesThe spots hot, sprinklers, alarm systemsThats when other guests start to slip inIts time for us to get to dippinI know them niggaz in the range is on they way upFlippin, pistol grippin, I know they clippinThe hallway, got real loud and crowdedThey walked right past us, I dont know how they allowed itThe funny thing about it, through all the excitementThey range got towed, they double parked by a hydrantStupid mother*****ers
