Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Heist , by - Busta Rhymes. Release date: 08.06.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Heist |
| Straight up nigga, I’m a money nigga man |
| You know what time it is wit me, yo That’s right |
| Take the track, cut the heads off, split it down the middle man |
| Take the bones out man for real |
| Yeah all applepie yeah |
| Straight up, Flipmode BK king |
| It was the best heist since ice |
| Precise rituals |
| Skated outta Jacob’s wit the Fruit Loop jewels |
| Holdin a navy blue uzi |
| Krush Groovin waves off the atlas |
| Coolin, that’s how we make movies |
| Basketball gun brawlers, bounce |
| Black down 'bill-a-head banks, Malibu colorful shanks |
| That’s the way we live, Staten Island kid |
| Old dog in it, the thug vaccine wit no pork in it Vivid imagination paper chasin |
| Dufflebag swollen, we holdin |
| Drink chocolate milk before we roll in It’s like that ya’ll, we gangstas |
| Stickin all you Bay Ridge Benzes |
| I’m out to get erect, terrific shit be the diamond district |
| Tiffany’s, pretty Valentine brick is on the second floor balcony |
| Gems is magnificent, diamonds is cryin |
| Busta Rhymes take me, nevermind help! |
| Aiyyo caught em at the ice pavilion |
| Dressy, salad bar style Nestle |
| Four white niggas, covered in vest pieces |
| Think like a mob flick |
| Guessin like Patsy in the mask, piece bust |
| Got aggravated, slapped the glass piece |
| One nigga beamin, faggot ass |
| Lay on the floor ya fuck! |
| Tied his broken arm to his Hush Puppies |
| Wrapped around trauma, everything realer than fuck |
| Tajuana left my nigga niece live comma |
| Three young Italians, suited down personal style |
| I’m in valour white designin on the 'dallions |
| Felt like some crackers was in back of me Spit on the clerk, pass the Harry Winston set |
| Ghost backin me Bust a shot, motored |
| Four male in paper work Lord |
| We get together once more before we blow this |
| Murdered nobody |
| Left em all baseball’d down, brotha |
| Three wicked ass 6's, Gucci colors |
| MONEY! |
| Drop dead on the floor |
| Nigga, pass the keys to the door |
| Pass me all the cash in the drawer |
| Or I promise you’ll be payin the price |
| Feelin like a nigga died twice |
| Execute the world’s greatest diamond heist |
| Ya’ll niggas know we out to get this MONEY! |
| C’mon MONEY! |
| 7x |
| Raekwon, Ghostface, Rocky Marce C’MON! |
| Let’s get this money nigga |
| Yeah we? |
| near the mind? |
| out west |
| Somewhere in Africa |
| The Feds is after us, vest on my back |
| Whippin the Acuras, feel like a mac bustin |
| A rug in Preston on percussion |
| I’ll bust in your gate, nigga it’s nothin |
| A hail storm, ice rainin, mind containin |
| Info, nigga what you in for? |
| Complainin |
| Sick bars deep in this language |
| Did I tell you how my day’s spent? |
| Speakin through the face of Ronald Regan |
| Iceberg History, calligraphy |
| Colidescope colors, hollow-head shells and flarin gunmen |
| Hate to see me comin like gray skies on day of judgment |
| Makes you wonder where the love went |
| Hit a nigga, feed him to some buzzards |
| Put up numbers, plus I’m one to push his mug in We duck in the safe, check what I’m huggin |
| Rocks the size of some shit, out in the congo |
| My arms full, let’s get the fuck out, Busta I got you |
| Aiyyo we do great study on fossils and stones like archeologists |
| Gem-ologists, collect the most priceless ices anonymous |
| Canary stones yellow like a pumpkin |
| Dunkin Donut precious size stones make me wanna cut the safe open |
| Rae pass the blowtorch, Ghost brought the dynamite stick |
| Marciano brought a chisel wit an ice pick |
| Princess cuts, invisible settings |
| Plannin the world’s greatest diamond heist playin a tune by Otis Redding |
| Icicle cones hang from the ceiling just like stalagmites |
| Time to throw on a skully and tying a rag tight |
| Throwin light went off and in the basket |
| Grabbed the necklace from off the satin pillow while the glass casket |
| Ice lay across the crushed burgandy velvet |
| Up in the diamond slide-tray |
| Gun in your face, slide it right away |
| Roundtable with Habib, Mirishnokof, and the rest of them Jewish niggas |
| We got them niggas drunk and talkin foolish see |
| You know the way we straight manipulated the shit |
| We swindle them niggas for all their precious things before we skated and shit |
| Yeah, ya’ll niggas know we skated early |
| Disguised ourselves as the cidic Jews and even left my sideburns curly |
| Bounce to Mexico and spend some pesos |
| And bury the diamonds on an island your never heard |
| Like Turks in Keikos |
| Everytime we hit, we in and out quick |
| Don’t be surprised if we behind supplyin niggas all the platinum and shit |
| MONEY! |
| 17x |
| Yeah, the world’s greatest jewel heist |
| Thoroughly and successfully executed |
| By none other than Ghostface Killah, Raekwon the Chef |
| Rock Marciano and Busta Rhymes |
| A job well done fellas, very good piece of work |