[Verse 1]

"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 your killings clean, slugs up in between

Their 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 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 'em 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 apiece

Enough to cop a 6, buy the house on the beach

Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick apiece, capisce?

Everybody getting cream, no one considered a leech

Think about it now, that's damn near 1.5

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 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 Tucson, push the black Yukon

Usually had 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 jux

Heard it was sweet, about 350 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 speaking 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, you dying

Especially if my daughter crying, I ain't lying, y'all know the science

[Chorus]

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 3]

We agreed to go in shooting is silly

Because niggas could be hiding in showers with MAC-millis

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

Gloria from Astoria, I went to war with her

Peeps in '91, stole a gun from my workers

And they took drugs, they tried to jerk us

We blazed they place, long story, Glo' seen 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 their 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 ejecting 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 12 times in the chest

Spinned around, shot the chink in the breast

She crying, headshots put her to rest

Pop open them 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

Their Range got towed, they double-parked by a hydrant

Stupid motherfuckers (Hahahahahaha!)