- Song Name: Niggas Bleed
- Artist Name: Notorious B.I.G.
- Album: Life After Death
- Songwriters: Carlos Broady, Christopher Wallace, Nashiem Myrick, Sean Combs
- Release Date: 1997.03.25
- Label: Bad Boy Entertainment
LYRICS FOR "Niggas Bleed"
Today's agenda
Go to room 112
Feel the strangest
I got these kids in Ranges
All they tote is stainless
Calm as possible
If not
Please make your killings clean
They eyes
Just bring back the coke or the cream
Or else
Them cats we f*****' wit put bombs in yo' moms gas tank
Let's get this money baby
Dress up like ladies and burn 'em with dirty 380's
Then they come to kill our babies
I got gats that blow the wall out
F*** the fallout
The seven digits push me
I got a hundred bricks
Enough to cop a six
Supply the peeps with Jeeps
Everybody gettin' cream no one considered them leech
Think about it now
I kill 'em all I'll be set for life
These m************ is henchmen
If you die they still get paid
F*** a robbery
But of course you know I had my fingers crossed
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 motherfuckin' b*** cook
Niggas bleed just like us
Picture a nigga hidin'
While he just decidin'
Niggas bleed just like us
I'd rather go toe to toe with all of y'all
Runnin' ain't in my protocol
Since it's on
From Tuscon
Usually had the slow grooves on
Stupid as a young 'un
Sharper with game
Heard it was sweet
Ron bought a truck
His peeps got bucked
That's when Ron vanished
Lavish habits
Here's a criminal
Killed his baby
The nigga got bagged with the toast
Weeded
Now he feel he undefeated
Nothing to lose
Everything to gain
And me I feel the same for this money and diamonds
Specially if my daughter cryin'
Y'all know the science
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 motherfuckin' b*** cook
Niggas bleed just like us
Picture a nigga hidin' my life in that man hands
While he just decidin'
Niggas bleed just like us
I'd rather go toe to toe with all of y'all
Runnin' ain't in my protocol
We agreed to go on shootin' is silly
Because niggas could be hidin' in showers with Mac-Milli's
So I freaked 'em
Gloria
Peeps in ninety-one
And they took drugs
We blazed they place
Got shook
Now she breakin'
A Jamaican
In a black Range Rover
If it's trouble let me know
Please
Nightmare
Ron
Get the cash before the cops and Range Rover cats notice
Room 112
When they evacuate
Ron pass the gasoline
F*** it
Strike the match
The dread kid ejected in seconds
And here come two
We in the hallway waitin' patient
As soon as she hit the door we start blastin'
I saw her brains hit the floor
I hit Maxi Priest at least twelve times in the chest
Spit around
She cryin'
Pop open the briefcases
The spot's hot
That's when other guests start to slip in
It's time for us to get to dippin'
I know them niggas in the Range is on they way up
Flippin'
The hallway
They walked right past us
The funny thing about it
They Range got towed
Stupid m************
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