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Notorious B.I.G. Life After Death Niggas Bleed [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 30 380'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 |
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