Verse one: 
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