Big L - The Heist Revisited Lyrics
[big l]Yeah, yeahYeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah yeah-yeahUhh! this goes out to all the wolves (*arf arf aroooo*)Hah, in the streets and in jailYeah, yo its your man big lOne-three-nine, danger zoneI got my man tommy gibbs and corleone with meCheck it out, uhh - bust itAiyyo I just left the studio, and its about two in the mornJust finished doin a songNow Im ready for sleepBut first I want spaghetti to eatAnd its a good italian restaurant right up the streetSo I jumped in the jeep, stash the heat under the seatThen I got a beep; my voice is hoarse, barely can speakI called back on the cell - its corle, mad as hellTold me to listen well as he started to yelli just seen mike and ben with your wife and a friendAnd they just got a room at the holiday innits my wife, you sure? yeah Im sureI saw the whore soon as she walked through the doorsay no more, which one?the one in jersey son, right over the bridgewe goin hurt those hoes and hurt both of them kidsNow Im in the rangeSwitchin lanes, doin a buck n changeI cant wait to buck them lames and them *****in damesI reach the destinationGrab the heat without no hesitationThese niggaz *****in up my reputationI saw coleone holdin the chromeIce-grill, lookin like he had a license to killAnd he had somebody else with em playin the cupLookin like he cant wait to start sprayin shit upyo, who that in the background? its tommy gibbsoh, I didnt recognize you with your hat downSon you ready? we got this whole shit mapped outI hope you aint scared, its no time to back outWe gon take the backroutePull the gats out, throw the mask onWe aint leavin til everyones dead, and all the cash goneWe gon get our laugh on when we throughBut right now we got a job to do so lets do it!I stepped to the deskclerkPut the gat to her dress-shirtTold her listen up before she get hurtthey just walked in, party of four, two chicks, two malesWhat room they got? she paused and said 212I took the steps now Im out of breath; I gotta stop smokinThem cigarettes gon be the cause of my deathMy heart beatin fast now, cause its about to pop offSaw the door, let the glock off, tore the lock offTook a deep breath, then ran inside at a quick paceI felt disgraced, I shoulda shot that ***** in the faceThen my other two niggaz ran in, each had a cannonReady to take care what we been planninThese two crab cats, we know they hustle upstateWe know they got stacksCause they dont ***** with nothin but weightWe got the cuffs and the duct tape and put it to useThen told em when this is over well be lettin em looseAnd then I kicked mike in his face to watch his head jerk backyou wanna live then tell my nigga where you stash the work atHe gave me the address then I ran outsideBut first I took the keys to his van outsideAnd when I got there, I found 50 kis in a stashA hundred pounds of grass, and two million in cashI was dumb glad, the shit didnt fit in one bagSo I got three, filled em all up to the teethThen put the bags in the van, then I locked the truckWhen I got back, corle done popped them punksaiyyo ***** it l, we might as well pop these studsNow thats four bodiesTwo outta-towners and two hottiesAnd after that we aint sleep for three daysWe hit the pjs, split the money threewaysNow we all laughin hard, gettin nice and weededCelebratin nigga, heist completed
