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
 Believe them niggas brainless
 All they tote is stainless
 You just remain as
 Calm as possible, make the deal go thru
 If not, here's 12 shots, we know how you do
 Please make yo killins 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
 Lets get this money baby
 They shady, we get shady
 Dress up like ladies
 And burn em with 30 380's
 Then they come to kill our babies
 That all out
 I got gats that blow the wall out
 Clear the mall out
 Fuck the fallout
 Word is Stretch, I bet they pussy
 The seven digits push me
 Fuckin real
 Here's the deal
 I got a hundred bricks, 14-5 a piece
 Enough to cock a six by the house on the beach
 Supply the peeps with Jeeps
 Brick a piece
 Capiche?
 Everybody gettin cream
 No one considered the leech
 Think about it now, thats damn near 1 point 5
 I kill em all I'll be set for life
 Frank pay attention
 These muthafuckas is henchmen
 Renegades, if you die they still get paid
 Extra probably, fuck the 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 muthafuckin beef cook
 Niggas bleed just like us
 Picture a nigga hidin
 My life in that man hands, while he jus decidin
 Niggas bleed just like us
 I'd rather go toe to toe with alla y'all
 Runnin ain't in my protocol

 Verse Two:

 Since it's on, I call my nigga Arizona Ron
 From Tuscon, push the black Yukon
 Usually has 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 ?jooks?
 Heard it was sweet, bout 350 a piece
 Ron bought a truck, 2 bricks layed in the cut
 His peeps got bucked, got locked the fuck up
 Thats the raw vantage, came back, speakin spanish
 Lavish habits, two rings, 20 carats
 Heres a criminal
 Nigga made America's Most
 Killed his baby's mother's 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, the game, 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 signs

 Chorus

 Verse Three:

 We agreed to go shoot till we silly
 Because niggas could be hidin in showers with Mac Billy's
 So I freaked em
 The telly manager was Puerto Rican
 Gloria, from Historia, I went to war with her
 Peeps in 91, stole a gun from her workers
 And they took drugs, they tried to jerk us
 We blaze they place, long story
 Glo seent my face, got shook
 Thought a nigga was comin for the safe
 Now she breakin, shut up, 112, whats shakin
 A jamaican, some bitches I swear
 They look gay
 In a black Range Rover
 Been outside all day
 If its 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 leave
 Ron, get the gasoline
 This spot, we bout to blow
 Lets get the cash before the cops and Range Rover cats know
 Its room 112
 Right by the staircase, perfect place
 When they evacuate, they meet they fate
 Ron pass the gasoline
 The nigga pass me kerosene
 Fuck it, its flammable
 My hunger is unexplainable
 Strike the match, just what I expected
 The dred 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
 Raw laughin
 I swear to God
 I hit MaxiPriest at least 12 times in the chest
 Spint around, shot the chick in the breast
 She cryin, headshots put her to rest
 Pop open the briefcases, nothin but Franco faces
 The spots hot, sprinklers, alarm systems
 Thats when other guests start to slip in
 Its time for us to get to dippin
 I know them niggas in the Range is on they way up
 Flippin, pistol grippin
 I know they clippin
 The hallway, got real loud and crowded
 They walked right past us
 I dont 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