This is the song "Niggas Bleed" by notorious B.I.G. artist and song incorrect.
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[27 seconds of street noise to open the song then dialogue]
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We run the city
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[Notorious B.I.G.]
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Today's agenda, 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, if no money exchanges
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I got these kids in Ranges, to leave them niggaz brainless
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All they tote is stainless, you just remain as
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calm as possible, make the deal go through
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If not, here's 12 shots, we know how you do
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Please make yo' killings clean, slugs up in between
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they eyes, like "True Lies," kill 'em and flee the scene
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Just bring back the coke or the cream
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Or else, your life is on the shelf, we mean this Frank
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Them cats we fuckin with put bombs in your mom's gas tank
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Let's get this money baby, they shady, we get shady
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Dress up like ladies and burn 'em with dirty 380's
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Then they come to kill our babies, that's all out
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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
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The seven digits push me, fuckin real, here's the deal
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I got a hundred bricks, fourteen-five apiece (uh-huh)
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Enough to cop a six; buy the house on the beach (uh-huh)
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Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick apiece, capiche?
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Everybody gettin cream no one considered them leech
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Think about it now that's damn near one-point-five
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I kill 'em all I'll be set for life, Frank pay attention
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These motherfuckers is henchmen, renegades
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If you die they still get paid, extra probably
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Fuck a robbery, 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: Raekwon]
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Niggaz got to die, if I go they got to go
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Niggaz got to die, let a hundred shots float
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Niggaz got to die, cause it's all up in the scrolls
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Catch a body on the bridge, three bricks, live kid
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... if I go they got to go
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Niggaz got to die, let a hundred shots float
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Niggaz got to die, cause it's all up in the scrolls
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Catch a body on the bridge, three bricks, live kid
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[Raekwon]
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We up in the lab, two Spanish, one Arab lady
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Layin on the bed, lookin like a drag
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Had the pillow cuffed, lookin at me and Frank, her grill was rough
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Who woulda ever think she'd rather do us up
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But that's the business, back to the sitch
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on these Puerto Rican kids with pistols
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Doin sign language is twitchin noses
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Ask 'em where the money at, yo where the coke at papi?
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We can do this all day, yo y'all both whack
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They pulled out, one of my dunn soldiers was wombed out
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They snuck up on him, put the tool up in his mouth
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Walked them up in crib, big move, but they grabbed the kid
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Had the shotty on my beehive, my wig
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And yo they took me to the bathroom, started up the chainsaw yo
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You gon' talk or see your brains on the floor
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That's when 6 to 7 masked men, came in blastin yo
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All I heard was Frank Lexi get the raw
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[Chorus]
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[Ghostface Killah]
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Bleed just like us, believe my pipe bust
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If he holdin the right amount of cheese I might rush the spot
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Up early in the mornin, kick the door in, wave the 4 an'
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(fuck) the brawlin, cause Tony for the stallin
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And all I see is $ signs, here's the bottom line either
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Give up the product or get shot up with a brolic 9
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Invest figures to address (niggaz)
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Workin out, all I curl is my index finger
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Got a safe that hold more notes than Cortex singers
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My work is move trays, serve 'em up like gourmet dinners
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When it comes to cuttin that (coke), who got the best trimmers
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Edward Scissorhands them grams, (niggaz) respect winners
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I got them big spenders comin through, hourly
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Competition, we knock 'em out the box, powerfully
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Still drop a ill verse, on the D.I., me
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You might be gone, but the legacy is B.I.G., nigga
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Uh-huh
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[Raekwon]
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Yo I think they tryin to do somethin man
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I don't know what it is but we gon' go in there handle this business man
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Straight up, y'knahmean?
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It's goin down...
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Let's go handle this man...
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Three Bricks
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| Ghostface Killah |
