The Heist Revisited

[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!"

"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 'n 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"

"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]

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

I 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 PJ's, split the money three ways

Now we all laughing hard, getting nice and weeded

Celebratin' nigga – heist completed