The Notorious B.I.G – Niggas Bleed

Download another mp3 audio song by The Notorious B.I.G a.k.a Biggie Smalls titled “Niggas Bleed”.

Actually this amazing music is popped out of his which is titled “Life After Death” Which was released in March 25, 1997.

 

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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

To leave them niggas brainless

All they tote is stainless

You just remain as

Calm as possible, make the deal go through

If not, here’s 12 shots, we know how you do

Please make yo killin’s 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

Let’s 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 cop six, by the house on the beach

Supply the peeps with Jeeps

Brick a piece

Capiche?

Everybody gettin’ cream

No one considered a leech

Think about it now, that’s 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 a robbery

I’m the boss

Promise you won’t rob ’em, I promise

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 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 all of y’all

Runnin’ ain’t in my protocol

Since it’s on, I call my nigga Arizona Ron

From Tucson, push the black Yukon

Usually had 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 laid in the cut

His peeps got bucked, got locked the fuck up

That’s the raw vantage, came back, speakin’ spanish

Lavish habits, two rings, 20 carats

Here’s 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

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 all of y’all

Runnin’ ain’t in my protocol

We agreed to go and shootin’ silly

Because niggas could be hidin’ in showers with Mac Billy’s

So I freaked ’em

The telly manager was Puerto Rican

Gloria, from Astoria, 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’ seen my face, got shook

Thought a nigga was comin’ for the safe

Now she breakin’, shut up, 112, what’s shakin’

A Jamaican, some bitches I swear

They look gay

In a black Range Rover

Been outside all day

If it’s 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

Let’s get the cash before the cops and Range Rover cats know

It’s 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, it’s flammable

My hunger is unexplainable

Strike the match, just what I expected

The dread 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

Ron laughin’

I swear to God

I hit Maxi Priest 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

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’, pistol grippin’

I know they clippin’

The hallway, got real loud and crowded

They walked right past us

I don’t 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