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Big L - The Heist lyrics
Bust it Hey yo, I just left the studio, and it's about 2 in the morn' I just finished doin a song Now I'm ready for sleep But first I want spaghetti to eat In this good Italian restaurant right up the street So I jumped in the jeep, stash the heat under the seat Then I got a beep My voice is harsh, barely can speak I called back on the cell It's Coley, 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 in the Holiday Inn" "It's my wife, you sure?" "Yeah I'm sure I saw the whore as soon she walked through the door" "Yo, say no more, which one?" "The one in Jersey, son, right over the bridge" "We goin' hurt those hoes" "And hurt both of them kids" Now I'm in the Range Switchin lanes, doin a buck 'n change I can't wait to touch the lames and them fuckin dames Reach the destination, grab the heat without no hesitation These niggas fuckin up my reputation I saw Coleone holdin the chrome Ice-grill, lookin like he had a license to kill And he had somebody else with 'em playin the cup Lookin like he can't wait to start sprayin shit up "Yo, who that in the background?" "It's Tommy Giss" "Oh, I didn't recognise you with your hat down Son you ready, we got this whole shit mapped out" "Yeah, wo goin to take the backroute And pull our gats out and throw our mask on We ain't leavin till everyone's dead and all the cash gone" "We goin to get our laugh on when we're through But right now we got a job to do" "So let's do it" Hey yo, I stepped to the deskclerk Put the gat to her dress-shirt Told her to 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" Took the steps now I'm out of breath I gotta stop smokin Them cigarettes goin 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 pase I felt disgraced, I should've shot the bitch in the face Then my other two niggas ran in Each had a cannon Ready to take care, how we done planned it "These two crab cats, we know they hustle upstate" We know they got stacks Cause they don't move with nothin but weight We got the cuffs and the ducktape and put it to use Then told 'em when this is over we be lettin 'em loose "Hey man, I kicked Mike in his face So I just had your back You wanna live and tell my nigga where the stash 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 keys in a stash A 100 pound of grass, and 2 million in cash I was dumb glad The sit didn't fit in one bag So I got three, filled 'em all up to the teeth And put the bags in the van, then I locked the truck When I got back, Coley done popped them punks "Hey yo', fuck it L, we might as well pop these studs" Man 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 threeways Now we all laughin hard, gettin weeded Celebratin nigga, heist completed |
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