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 dirty 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