Lirieke: La The Darkman. Heist Of The Century. Heist Of The Century.

(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

[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

[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 x2: Killa Sin and La the Darkman]

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?