The Heist

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah Uhh! This goes out to all the ballers Hah, in the streets and in jail Yeah, yo, it's your man Big L 139, Danger Zone I got my man Tommy Gibbs and Corleone with me Check it out, uhh – bust it [Verse 1] Ayo, I just left the studio, and it's about two in the morn' Just finished doin' a song Now I'm ready for sleep, but first, I want spaghetti to eat And there's a good Italian restaurant right up the street So I jumped in the Jeep, stashed the heat under the seat Then I got a beep; my voice is hoarse, barely can speak I called back on the cell – it's [Corle'], mad as hell He told me to listen well as he started to yell "I just seen Mike and Ben with your wife and a friend And they just got a room at the Holiday Inn!" "It's my wife, you sure?""Yeah, I'm sure – I saw the whore soon as she walked through the door!" "Yo, say no more, which one?" "The one in Jersey, son, right over the bridge" "We gon' hurt those hoes" "And hurt both of them kids!" [Verse 2] Now I'm in the Range, switchin' lanes, doin' a buck an' change I can't wait to touch them lames and them fuckin' dames Reach the destination, grab the heat without no hesitation These niggas fuckin' up my reputation I saw Corleone holding the chrome Ice grill, lookin like he had a License to Kill And he had somebody else with 'em playing the cut Lookin' like he can't wait to start spraying shit up "Yo, who that in the background?" ("It's Tommy Gibbs") "Oh, I didn't recognize you with your hat down Son, you ready? We got this whole shit mapped out I hope you ain't scared, there's no time to back out" "And we gon' take the back route And pull the gats out, and throw the mask on We ain't leavin' 'til everyone's dead, and all the cash gone" "We gon' get our laugh on when we through But right now, we got a job to do" "So let's do it!" [Verse 3] Yo, I stepped to the desk clerk, put the gat to her dress-shirt Told her listen up, before she get hurt "They just walked in, party of four, two chicks, two males What room they got?" She paused and said, "212" I took the steps, now I'm out of breath I gotta stop smokin' – them cigarettes gon' be the cause of my death My heart beatin' fast now, 'cause it's about to pop off Saw the door, let the Glock off, tore the lock off Took a deep breath, then ran inside at a quick pace I felt disgraced, I shoulda shot that bitch in the face Then my other two niggas ran in, each had a cannon Ready to take care what we been plannin' These two crab cats, we know they hustle upstate We know they got stacks, 'cause they don't fuck with nothing but weight We got the cuffs and the duct tape, and put it to use Then told 'em, when this is over we'll be lettin 'em loose And then I kicked Mike in his face to watch his head jerk back "You wanna live? Then tell my nigga where you stash the work at" He gave me the address, then I ran outside But first, I took the keys to his van outside And when I got there, I found 50 ki's in a stash A hundred pounds of grass, and two million in cash I was dumb glad, the shit didn't fit in one bag So I got three, filled 'em all up to the T Then put the bags in the van, then I locked the truck When I got back, Corle' done popped them punks "Ayo, fuck it, L – we might as well pop these cunts" Now that's four bodies, two outta-towners and two hotties And after that, we ain't sleep for three days We hit the PJs, split the money three ways Now we all laughing hard, getting nice and weeded Celebratin', nigga – heist completed