The Heist

Lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon] Straight up, nigga, I'm a money nigga, man You know what time it is wit' me, yo That's right Take the track, cut the heads off, split it down the middle, man Take the bones out, man, for real Yeah, all apple pie, yeah Straight up – Flipmode, Wu-Tang [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] It was the best heist since ice, precise rituals Skated out of Jacob's with the Fruit Loop jewels Holdin' a navy blue Uzi, Krush Groovin', waves off the atlas Coolin', that's how we make movies Basketball gun brawlers, bounce Black down Brillo-head banks, Malibu colorful shanks That's the way we live, Staten Island kid O-Doggin' it, the thug vaccine with no pork in it Vivid imagination paper chasin', dufflebag swollen, we holding Drink chocolate milk before we roll in It's like that, y'all, we gangsters Sticking all you Bay Ridge Benzes, I'm out to get erect Terrific shit be the Diamond District, Tiffany's Pretty Valentine brick is on the second floor balcony Gems is magnificent, diamonds is crying "Busta Rhymes take me, nevermind them!" [Verse 2: Raekwon] Ayo, caught 'em at the Ice Pavilion, dressy, salad bar, style messy Four white niggas, covered in vest pieces Think like a mob flick, "guess who?" like Patsy in the mask piece Bus' got aggravated, slapped the glass pieces One nigga beaming, faggot ass "Lay on the floor, you fuck!" Tied his broken arm to his Hush Puppies Wrapped around drama, everything realer than fuck Tajuana left, my nigga niece live calmer Three young Italians, suited down, personal style I'm in velour, white, designing on the 'dallions Felt like some crackers was in back of me Spit on the clerk, pass the Harry Winston set, Ghost backing me Bust a shot, motored, four mill' in paper work, lord We get together once more before we blow this Murdered nobody, left 'em all baseballed down, brother Three wicked ass 6s, Gucci colors [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Money! Drop dead on the floor Nigga, pass the keys to the door Pass me all the cash in the drawer Or I promise, you'll be paying the price Feeling like a nigga died twice, execute the world's greatest diamond heist! Y'all niggas know we out to get this money C'mon, money, c'mon, money, c'mon Raekwon, Ghostface, Roc Marc', c'mon! C'mon, money, c'mon, money C'mon, money, c'mon, money, c'mon money Let's get this money, nigga! [Verse 3: Roc Marciano] Yeah, we near the mine out west, somewhere in Africa The Feds is after us, vest on my back, whipping the Acuras Feel like a MAC bustin', a brother pressed in on percussion I'll bust in your gate, nigga, it's nothing A hail storm, ice raining, mind containing info Nigga, what you in for – complaining? Six bars deep in this language, did I tell you how my day's spent? Speaking through the face of Ronald Reagan Iceberg History, calligraphy Kaleidoscope colors, hollow-head shells and flarin' gunmen Hate to see me comin', like gray skies on Day of Judgment Makes you wonder where the love went Hit a nigga, feed him to some buzzards, put up numbers Plus I'm one to push his mug in, we duck in the safe, check what I'm huggin' Rocks the size of some shit out in the Congo My arms full, let's get the fuck out, "Busta, we got you" [Verse 4: Busta Rhymes] Ayo, we do great study on fossils and stones like archeologists Gemologists, collect the most precious ices anonymous Canary stones, yellow like a pumpkin Dunkin' Donut precious size stones, make me wanna cut the safe open Rae pass the blowtorch, Ghost brought the dynamite stick Marciano brought a chisel with an ice pick Princess cuts, invisible settings Planning the world's greatest diamond heist, playing a tune by Otis Redding Icicle cones hang from the ceiling, just like stalagmites Time to throw on a skully and tie the rag tight Throw it like an orphan in the basket Grabbed the necklace from off the satin pillow while the glass casket Ice lay across the crushed burgandy velvet up in the diamond slide-tray Gun in your face, slide it right away Roundtable with Habib, Miroshnykov, and the rest of them Jewish niggas Got them niggas drunk and talkin' foolish See, you know the way we straight manipulated the shit We swindle them niggas for all their precious things before we skated and shit Yeah, y'all niggas know we skated early Disguised ourselves as Hasidic Jews and even left my sideburns curly Bounce to Mexico and spend some pesos And buried the diamonds on an island your never heard, like Turks and Caicos Everytime we hit, we in and out quick Don't be surprised if we behind supplyin' niggas all the platinum and shit [Outro: Busta Rhymes] Money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money Money, money Yeah, the world's greatest jewel heist Thoroughly and successfully executed By none other than Ghostface Killah, Raekwon the Chef,  Roc Marciano, and Busta Rhymes A job well done, fellas – very good piece of work