text: 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