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,