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Niggas Bleed
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Verse One:
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Today's agenda
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Got the suitcase up in the Sentra
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Go to room 112, tell em Blanco sent ya
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Feel the strangest
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If no money exchanges
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I got these kids in ranges
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Believe them niggas brainless
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All they tote is stainless
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You just remain as
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Calm as possible, make the deal go thru
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If not, here's 12 shots, we know how you do
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Please make yo killins clean
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Slugs up in between
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They eyes, like True Lies
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Kill em and flee the scene
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Just bring back the coke or the cream
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Or else, yo life is on the shelf
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We mean this Frank
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Them cats we fuckin wit put bombs in yo moms gas tank
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Lets get this money baby
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They shady, we get shady
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Dress up like ladies
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And burn em with 30 380's
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Then they come to kill our babies
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That all out
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I got gats that blow the wall out
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Clear the mall out
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Fuck the fallout
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Word is Stretch, I bet they pussy
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The seven digits push me
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Fuckin real
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Here's the deal
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I got a hundred bricks, 14-5 a piece
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Enough to cock a six by the house on the beach
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Supply the peeps with Jeeps
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Brick a piece
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Capiche?
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Everybody gettin cream
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No one considered the leech
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Think about it now, thats damn near 1 point 5
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I kill em all I'll be set for life
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Frank pay attention
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These muthafuckas is henchmen
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Renegades, if you die they still get paid
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Extra probably, fuck the robbery
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I'm the boss
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Promise you won't rob em, I promise
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But of course you know I had my fingers crossed
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Chorus:
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Niggas bleed just like us
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Picture me bein scared of a nigga that breathe the same air as me
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Niggas bleed just like us
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Picture me bein shook
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We can both pull burners, make the muthafuckin beef cook
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Niggas bleed just like us
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Picture a nigga hidin
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My life in that man hands, while he jus decidin
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Niggas bleed just like us
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I'd rather go toe to toe with alla y'all
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Runnin ain't in my protocol
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Verse Two:
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Since it's on, I call my nigga Arizona Ron
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From Tuscon, push the black Yukon
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Usually has the slow grooves on
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Mostly rock the Isley
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Stupid as a youngin, chose not to move wisely
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Sharper with game, him and his crooks, caught a ?jooks?
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Heard it was sweet, bout 350 a piece
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Ron bought a truck, 2 bricks layed in the cut
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His peeps got bucked, got locked the fuck up
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Thats the raw vantage, came back, speakin spanish
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Lavish habits, two rings, 20 carats
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Heres a criminal
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Nigga made America's Most
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Killed his baby's mother's brother, slit his throat
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The nigga got bagged with the toast, weeded
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Took it to trial, beat it
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Now he feel he undefeated
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He mean it
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Nothing To Lose, tattooed around his gun wounds
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Everything, the game, embedded in his brain
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And me I feel the same for this money and diamonds
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Specially if my daughter cryin, I ain't lyin
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Y'all know the signs
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Chorus
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Verse Three:
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We agreed to go shoot till we silly
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Because niggas could be hidin in showers with Mac Billy's
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So I freaked em
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The telly manager was Puerto Rican
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Gloria, from Historia, I went to war with her
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Peeps in 91, stole a gun from her workers
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And they took drugs, they tried to jerk us
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We blaze they place, long story
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Glo seent my face, got shook
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Thought a nigga was comin for the safe
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Now she breakin, shut up, 112, whats shakin
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A jamaican, some bitches I swear
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They look gay
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In a black Range Rover
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Niggas Bleed
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Notorious B.I.G. |