Niggas Bleed Lyrics - Life After Death - Notorious B.i.g.

Today's agenda, got the suitcase up in the Sentra 

Go to room 112, tell 'em Blanco sent you 

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 your 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, your life is on the shelf, we mean this Frank 

Them cats we fuckin' wit put bombs in yo' moms gas tank 

Let's 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 the mall out 

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Fuck the fallout, word to Stretch I bet they pussy 

The seven digits push me, fuckin' real, here's the deal 

I got a hundred bricks, fourteen-five a piece 

Enough to cop a six, buy the house on the beach 

Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick apiece, capiche? 

Everybody gettin' cream no one considered them leech 

Think about it now, that's damn near one-point-five 

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 

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 motherfuckin' beef cook 

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Niggas bleed just like us 

Picture a nigga hidin', my life in that man hands 

While he just decidin' 

Niggas bleed just like us 

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

Runnin' ain't in my protocol 

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

From Tuscon, pushed the black Yukon 

Usually had the slow grooves on, mostly rock the Isley 

Stupid as a young 'un, chose not the moves wisely 

Sharper with game, him and his crooks, called The Juxs 

Heard it was sweet, 'bout three-fifty a piece 

Ron bought a truck, two bricks laid in the cut 

His peeps got bucked, got locked the fuck up 

That's when Ron vanished, came back, speakin' Spanish 

Lavish habits, two rings, twenty carats 

Here's a criminal, nigga made America's Most 

Killed his baby, mother, 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 to gain, 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 science 

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 motherfuckin' beef cook 

Niggas bleed just like us 

Picture a nigga hidin' my life in that man hands 

While he just decidin' 

Niggas bleed just like us 

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

Runnin' ain't in my protocol 

We agreed to go on shootin' is silly 

Because niggas could be hidin' in showers with Mac-Milli's 

So I freaked 'em, the telly manager was Puerto Rican 

Gloria, from Astoria, I went to war with her 

Peeps in ninety-one, stole a gun from my workers 

And they took drugs, they tried to jerk us 

We blazed they place, long story, Glo' sent my face 

Got shook, thought a nigga was comin' for the safe 

Now she breakin', shut up, 112, what's shakin'? 

A Jamaican, some bitches I swear, they look gay 

In 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 niggas bleed 

Nightmare, this bitch don't need it 

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 passed me kerosene 

Fuck 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 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, Ron laughin', I swear to God 

I hit Maxi Priest at least twelve times in the chest 

Spit around, shot the chink in the breast 

She cryin', head shots put her to rest 

Pop open the briefcases, nothin 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 dippin' 

I know them niggas in the Range is on they way up 

Flippin', pistol grippin', 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