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, live Egyptian mystery



[Killa Sin]

(Word up)

We on the way out (stolen Legacy), the future laid out

Our brain scramblin, Arnez break a cold sweat but never panickin

Shooken up, two officers lookin up, we spot em

Pull the heat out, and have both they asses red-dotted



[La the Darkman]

Don't move, we got the bank money not yours

Think of your kids and calmly lay on the floor

Put your hands high, dunn get they guns

Then break em, slap one wit the barrel

Make em bleed then tape em



[Killa Sin]

It's like a minute and ten left, we playin wit death

And I can hear the bomb tick

Sweat drip on the back my palm grip

Final mission, completed all bank funds depleted

Hit the turnpike, bounce to the stash, let's split it even



[La the Darkman]

Yo, the blueprint went excellent, wisdom gods seconds for the dynamite

On the next flight before daylight

Exit through the back entrance, jump the fence

Then slide in the Rover wit the triple black tints

We hit the government

Word up Dunn, we hit the government, knahmsayin