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Big L - The Heist Revisited
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[big l] Yeah, yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah yeah-yeah Uhh! this goes out to all the wolves (*arf arf aroooo*) Hah, in the streets and in jail Yeah, yo its your man big l One-three-nine, 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 its about two in the morn Just finished doin a song Now Im ready for sleep But first I want spaghetti to eat And its 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 - its 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 its my wife, you sure? yeah Im 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 Im in the range Switchin lanes, doin a buck n change I cant 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 coleone 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 cant wait to start sprayin shit up yo, who that in the background? its tommy gibbs oh, I didnt recognize you with your hat down Son you ready? we got this whole shit mapped out I hope you aint scared, its no time to back out We gon take the backroute Pull the gats out, throw the mask on We aint leavin til everyones 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 lets do it! I stepped to the deskclerk 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 Im out of breath; I gotta stop smokin Them cigarettes gon be the cause of my death My heart beatin fast now, cause its 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 dont 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 well 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 kis in a stash A hundred pounds of grass, and two million in cash I was dumb glad, the shit didnt 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 thats four bodies Two outta-towners and two hotties And after that we aint sleep for three days We hit the pjs, split the money threeways Now we all laughin hard, gettin nice and weeded Celebratin nigga, heist completed
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