Heist Of The Century Lyrics - Singles - La The Darkman

(*Prod. by DJ Muggs) 

[** feat. Killa Sin:] 

[Killa Sin:] 

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 

[La the Darkman:] 

Specialist, cat burgular, stockin cap murder 

Uzi clip inserterer, you got cheese, I heard of ya 

You dirty rat, manuevered through traps and torched doors 

Plastic explosives, bags of C-4 

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[Killa Sin:] 

Yo, flash a cannon, deliver these clowns an understandin 

that Cash Rules, don't nuttin move kid, five-hundred grand an' 

The raw son, makin assault when armor wait till the gold lock 

Fuck the wreck, fumbled up the wrong time 

[La the Darkman:] 

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 

[Killa Sin:] 

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 

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[La the Darkman:] 

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 wit Sadaam 

Yo hold the laptop 

Chorus: Killa Sin and La the Darkman (2x) 

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 

[Killa Sin:] 

(Word up) 

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 

[La the Darkman:] 

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 wit the barrel 

Make em bleed then tape em 

[Killa Sin:] 

It's like a minute and ten left, we playin wit 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 

[La the Darkman:] 

Yo, the blueprint went excellent, wisdom gods seconds for the dynamite 

On the next flight before daylight 

Exit through the back entrance, jump the fence 

Then slide in the Rover wit the triple black tints 

We hit the government 

Word up Dunn, we hit the government, knahmsayin?