Niggas Bleed

The Notorious B.I.G.

Produced By Carlos "6 July" Broady, Stevie J, Nashiem Myrick & Puff Daddy

Niggas Bleed The Notorious B.I.G. Life after Death

[Verse 1]
"Today's agenda, got the suitcase up in the Sentra
Go to room 112, tell them 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 your killings clean, slugs up in between
They eyes, like True Lies, kill them 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 fucking 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 them with dirty .380s
Then they come to kill our babies, that's all out
I got gats that blow the wall out, clear them all out
Fuck the fallout, word to Stretch I bet they pussy
The seven digits push me, fucking real, here's the deal
I got a hundred bricks, 14,5 a piece
Enough to cop a 6, buy the house on the beach
Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick apiece, capiche?
Everybody getting cream no one considered a leech
Think about it now, that's damn near 1.5
I kill them 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

[Hook]
(Niggas bleed just like us)
Picture me being scared
Of a nigga that breathe the same air as me
(Niggas bleed just like us)
Picture me being shook
We can both pull burners, make the motherfucking beef cook
(Niggas bleed just like us)
Picture a nigga hiding
My life in that man's hands, while he just deciding
(Niggas bleed just like us)
I'd rather go toe-to-toe with all of y'all
Running ain't in my protocol

[Verse 2]
Since it's on, I call my nigga Arizona Ron
From Tuscon, 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 fuck up
That's when Ron vanished, came back, speaking Spanish
Lavish habits, two rings, twenty carats
He'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 you dying
'Specially if my daughter crying, I ain't lying
Y'all know the science

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
We agreed to go in shooting is silly
Because niggas 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 ninety-one, 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 nigga was coming for the safe
Now she breaking

"Shut up, 112, what's shaking?"

"A Jamaican, some bitches I swear, they look gay
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 niggas bleed
Nightmare, this bitch 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 pass the gasoline," -- the nigga passed me kerosene
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 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 chink in the breast
She crying, head shots put her to rest
Pop open the 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 niggas 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 motherfuckers