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[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, 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 yo 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, yo 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 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 apiece (uh-huh) Enough to cop a six; buy the house on the beach (uh-huh) Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick apiece, capiche? Everybody gettin cream no one considered them leech Think about it now, thats 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 [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 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 [Verse Two] 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 [Chorus] [Verse Three] 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' seent 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 (uhh) Fuck it, it's flame-able, 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 Spint around, shot the chink in the breast She cryin, headshots 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