The Heist Revisited Lyrics

The Heist Revisited lyrics

[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