featuring 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: Killa Sin and La the Darkman (repeat 2X)
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,
