Heist of the Century

[Verse 1: Killa Sin & La the Darkman]
Ski masked, the First National for a half a mill'
It's real, fuck rational
Your armored truck stuck like dustheads for my collateral
Certified criminal, gun smugglin' villain who be fillin' clips
Fuller than cum swellin' your genitals
Specialist, cat burglar, stockin' cap murderer
Uzi clip inserterer, you got cheese, I heard of you
You dirty rat, maneuvered through traps and torched doors
Plastic explosives, bags of C-4
Yo, flash a cannon, deliver these clowns an understandin'
That Cash Rules don't nothin' move kid, five-hundred grand an'
The raw son, makin' assault when armor wait 'til the gold lock
Fuck the wreck, fumbled up the wrong time
Yo, I clip the phone lines, cut the alarm, the pipe bomb
Detonation, seven minutes the first task, we in it
Lace the tear gas, put on your mask, load the bags
Check the roof for the jake, I'ma climb the gate last
Scan the Internet, copy the floppy shut the drive off
'Cinerate the whole data bank before we slide off
Time check, twenty-four hundred and still wastin'
The minutes keep racin', let's blow this foundation
Keep patient, I got the whole Dole administration
On CD-Rom, smugglin' firearms
And the date to attempt assassinate Farrakhan
From his Middle East trips and buildin' with Saddam
Yo, hold the laptop

[Chorus: Killa Sin & La the Darkman]
Yo, it's the Heist of the Century, kid, we execute right
We goin' down in history, get the loot and live life
How it's meant to be
A stolen legacy, live Egyptian mystery (Word up)

[Verse 2: Killa Sin & La the Darkman]
We on the way out (Stolen Legacy), the future laid out
Our brain scramblin' Arnez
Break a cold sweat but never panickin'
Shooken up, two officers lookin' up, we spot 'em
Pull the heat out, and have both they asses red-dotted
Don't move, we got the bank money not yours
Think of your kids and calmly lay on the floor
Put your hands high, dunn get they guns
Then break 'em, slap one with the barrel
Make 'em bleed then tape 'em
It's like a minute and ten left, we playin' with death
And I can hear the bomb tick
Sweat drip on the back my palm grip
Final mission, completed all bank funds depleted
Hit the turnpike, bounce to the stash, let's split it even
Yo, the blueprint went excellent
Wisdom-God seconds for the dynamite
On the next flight before daylight
Exit through the back entrance, jump the fence
Then slide in the Rover with the triple black tints
We hit the government, word up Dunn
We hit the government, know what I'm sayin'?

[Chorus: Killa Sin & La the Darkman]
Yo, it's the Heist of the Century, kid, we execute right
We goin' down in history, get the loot and live life
How it's meant to be
A stolen legacy, live Egyptian mystery (Word up)