Todays 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, heres 12 shots, we know how you do
Please make your 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 
Your life is on the shelf, we mean this, Frank
Them cats we fucking with put bombs in your moms gas tank
Lets get this money baby , they shady, we get shady
Dress up like ladies and burn em with dirty .380s 
Then they come to kill our babies, thats all out
I got gats that blow the wall out
Clear the mall out, fuck the fallout
Word to Stretch, I bet they pussy
The seven digits push me 
Fucking real, heres the deal 
I got a hundred bricks, 14-5 apiece 
Enough to cop a 6, buy the house on the beach 
Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick apiece, capisce?
Everybody getting cream, no one considered a leech
Think about it now, thats damn near 1.5
I kill em all, Ill be set for life—Frank, pay attention
These motherfuckers is henchmen , renegades
If you die, they still get paid, extra probably; fuck a robbery
Im the boss, promise you wont rob em—I promise
But, of course, you know I had my fingers crossed
 Picture me being scared
Of a nigga that breathe the same air as me
 Picture me being shook
We can both pull burners, make the motherfucking beef cook
 Picture a nigga hiding
My life in that mans hands while he just deciding
 Id rather go toe-to-toe
With all of yall; running aint in my protocol 
Since its 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 jux
Heard it was sweet, about 350 apiece
Ron bought a truck, two bricks laid in the cut
His peeps got bucked, got locked the fuck up
Thats when Ron vanished, came back speaking Spanish
Lavish habits, two rings, twenty carats
Heres a criminal, nigga made Americas Most
Killed his baby mother 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 to gain embedded in his brain
And me? I feel the same—for this money, you dying
Especially if my daughter crying, I aint lying
Yall know the science
 Picture me being scared
Of a nigga that breathe the same air as me
 Picture me being shook
We can both pull burners, make the motherfucking beef cook
 Picture a nigga hiding
My life in that mans hands while he just deciding
 Id rather go toe-to-toe
With all of yall; running aint in my protocol 
We agreed—to go in shooting is silly
Because niggas could be hiding in showers with MAC-millis
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 my workers
And they took drugs, they tried to jerk us
We blazed they place; long story, Glo seent my face
Got shook, thought a nigga was coming for the safe 
Now she breaking, Shut up! 112, whats shaking?
A Jamaican, some bitches, I swear they look gay
And a black Range Rover been outside all day
If its trouble, let me know, Ill be on my way
Please, I got kids to feed, I done seen you make niggas bleed
Nightmare, this bitch dont need
Ron, get the gasoline, this spot, we about to blow this
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 nigga passed me kerosene 
Fuck it, its 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, waiting patient
As soon as she hit the door, we start blasting
I saw her brains hit the floor, Ron laughing, I swear to God
I hit Maxi Priest at least twelve times in the chest
Spinned around, shot the chink in the breast 
She crying, headshots put her to rest
Pop open them briefcases, nothing but Franklin faces
The spots hot: sprinklers, alarm systems
Thats when other guests start to slip in
Its time for us to get to dipping
I know them niggas in the Range is on they way up
Flipping, pistol-gripping, I load the clip in
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