La The Darkman - Heist Of The Century Lyrics
[killa sin]Ski masked, the first national for a half a millIts real, ***** rationalYour armored truck stuck like dustheads for my collateralCertified criminal, gun smugglin villain who be fillin clipsFuller than cum swellin your genitals[la the darkman]Specialist, cat burgular, stockin cap murderUzi clip inserterer, you got cheese, I heard of yaYou dirty rat, manuevered through traps and torched doorsPlastic explosives, bags of c-4[killa sin]Yo, flash a cannon, deliver these clowns an understandinThat cash rules, dont nuttin move kid, five-hundred grand anThe raw son, makin assault when armor wait till the gold lock***** the wreck, fumbled up the wrong time[la the darkman]Yo, I clip the phone lines, cut the alarm, the pipe bombDetonation, seven minutes the first task, we in itLace the tear gas, put on your mask, load the bagsCheck the roof for the jake, ima climb the gate last[killa sin]Scan the internet, copy the floppy shut the drive offcinerate the whole data bank before we slide offTime check: twenty-four hundred and still wastinThe minutes keep racin, lets blow this foundation[la the darkman]Keep patient, I got the whole dole administrationOn cd-rom, smugglin firearmsAnd the date to attempt assassinate farrakhanFrom his middle east trips and buildin wit sadaamYo hold the laptopChorus: killa sin and la the darkman (repeat 2x)Yo its the heist of the century kid we execute rightWe goin down in history, get the loot and live lifeHow its meant to beA stolen legacy, live egyptian mystery[killa sin](word up)We on the way out (stolen legacy), the future laid outOur brain scramblin, arnez break a cold sweat but never panickinShooken up, two officers lookin up, we spot emPull the heat out, and have both they asses red-dotted[la the darkman]Dont move, we got the bank money not yoursThink of your kids and calmly lay on the floorPut your hands high, dunn get they gunsThen break em, slap one wit the barrelMake em bleed then tape em[killa sin]Its like a minute and ten left, we playin wit deathAnd I can hear the bomb tickSweat drip on the back my palm gripFinal mission, completed all bank funds depletedHit the turnpike, bounce to the stash, lets split it even[la the darkman]Yo, the blueprint went excellent, wisdom gods seconds for the dynamiteOn the next flight before daylightExit through the back entrance, jump the fenceThen slide in the rover wit the triple black tintsWe hit the governmentWord up dunn, we hit the government, knahmsayin?
