Go To Room 112 Tell De Blanco Sent Ya Lyrics

About the song: Go To Room 112 Tell De Blanco Sent Ya Lyrics is written and sung by The Notorious B.I.G. The title of the song is N^ggas Bleed.

Go To Room 112 Tell De Blanco Sent Ya Lyrics

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 n___az 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 killings 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 f__kn 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 thirty-three-eighties
Then they come to kill our babies, that’s all out
I got gats that blow the wall out, clear the mall out
f__k the fallout, word to Stretch, I bet they p^ssy
The seven digits push me, f__kn real, here’s the deal
I got a hundred bricks, fourteen-five a piece
Enough to cop a six buy the house on the beach
Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick apiece, capiche?
Everybody gettin cream no one considered them leech
Think about it now, that’s damn near one point five
I kill em all I’ll be set for life Frank pay attention
These mfs is henchmen, renegades
If you die they still get paid, extra probably
f__k a robbery, I’m the boss
Promise you won’t rob em, I promise
But of course you know I had my fingers crossed


n___az bleed just like us
Picture me bein scared
Of a n___a that breathe the same air as me
n___az bleed just like us
Picture me bein shook
We can both pull burners, make the mfn beef cook
n___az bleed just like us
Picture a n___az high
Then my life in that man hands, while he just decidin
n___as bleed just like us
I’d rather go toe to toe with all of y’all
Runnin ain’t in my protocol

Verse Two:

Since it’s on, I call my n___a Arizona Ron
From Tuscon, pushed the black Yukon
Usually had the slow grooves on, mostly rock the Isley
Stupid as a young’un, chose not the moves wisely
Sharper with game, him and his crooks, called The Jooks
Heard it was sweet, bout three-fifty a piece
Ron bought a truck, two bricks laid in the cut
His peeps got bucked, got locked the f__k up
That’s when Ron vanished, came back, speakin Spanish
Lavish habits, two rings, twenty carats
Here’s a criminal, n___a made America’s Most
Killed his baby mother brother, slit his throat
The n___a 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
Heavy in 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


Verse Three:

We agreed to go on shootin is silly
Because n___az 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 ninety-one, 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 n___a was comin for the safe
Now she breakin, shut up, 112, what’s shakin
A Jamaican, some b____es 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 n___az bleed
Nightmare, this b___h don’t need it
Ron, get the gasoline, this spot, we bout to blow this
Lets get the cash before the cops and Range Rover cats notice
Room 112, right by the staircase, perfect place
When they evacuate, they meet they fate
Ron pass the gasoline, the n___a pass me kerosene
f__k it, it’s flame-able, 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 twelve times in the chest
Spin-t around, shot the chink in the breast
She cryin, headshots put her to rest
Pop open the briefcases, nothin but Franco faces
The spot’s 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 n___az 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 mfs


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