The Heist Revisited Lyrics - Big L

Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah 

Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah-yeah 

Uhh, this goes out to all the wolves 

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 

Aiyyo 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 it's a 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 hoarse, barely can speak 

I called back on the cell, it's Corle', mad as hell 

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 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 buck them lames and them fuckin' dames 

I reach the destination 

Grab the heat without no hesitation 

These niggaz fuckin' up my reputation 

I saw Corleone 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 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, it's no time to back out 

We gon' take the back route, pull the gats out, 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" 

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 niggaz 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 nothin' 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 teeth 

Then put the bags in the van, then I locked the truck 

When I got back, Corle' done popped them punks 

"Aiyyo fuck it l, we might as well pop these studs" 

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 laughin' hard, gettin' nice and weeded 

Celebratin' nigga, heist completed