Big L

Big L - The Heist Revisited lyrics

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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 it's 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 it's about two in the morn'

Just finished doin a song

Now I'm ready for sleep

but first I want spaghetti to eat

and it's 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 - it's 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"

"It's my wife, you sure?" "Yeah I'm 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 I'm in the Range

Switchin lanes, doin a buck 'n change

I can't 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 can't wait to start sprayin shit up

"Yo, who that in the background?" "It's Tommy Gibbs"

"Oh, I didn't recognize you with your hat down

Son you ready? We got this whole shit mapped out

I hope you ain't scared, it's no time to back out

We gon' take the backroute

pull the gats out, throw the mask on

We ain't leavin til everyone's 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 let's 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 I'm out of breath; I gotta stop smokin

Them cigarettes gon' be the cause of my death

My heart beatin fast now, cause it's 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 don't 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 we'll 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 ki's in a stash

a hundred pounds of grass, and two million in cash

I was dumb glad, the shit didn't 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 that's four bodies

Two outta-towners and two hotties

And after that we ain't sleep for three days

We hit the PJ's, split the money threeways

Now we all laughin hard, gettin nice and weeded

Celebratin nigga, heist completed

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