The Heist [Part 1]
[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
At the table sayin' a prayer holdin' hands
And we got two stolen Benz
Everything's according to plans
Anybody in the fam gets pinched
Don't worry 'bout your kids, control your wench
Don't worry 'bout the money it's gon' get rinsed
And don't worry 'bout me, I won't approach the bench
Now let's roll out and get that paper-ito
It might look easy but it's not sweet though
It's either do this shit now or don't eat, yo
This is real life, this ain't no TV show
Word up, blacked out
With the macs out
'Nough clips to shoot, four duffels full of loot
Twenty two Dilinger a piece for the boot
Couple of bombs
Remote for the alarms
Outside still runnin', two big black fifteen hundreds
Me and Styles wasn't blunted
Must be your point to deal with money
Even though I was nervous, somehow it was still funny
I hopped in one, son hopped in the other
Word to mother, both trucks burn rubber
Figure we could land with a mil' or two
In a tentacle
I pulled up behind chemical
Doors locked Styles left the other one
Down four blocks, it's on now, ready or not
[Verse 2: Styles P]
Synchronize your watch feed time to cops
Get the rocks out the safety deposit box
'Kiss is here and up, all the guards on watch
And the first thing I grab, honey in the fotch
Split for nothing
You get the same, you hit the button
Before we hit the safe
Where's the videotape?
Gotta lookin' to fix? Forget it
I want your wallets in the bag, got your seven digits
Money or death; what you pick?
And don't be a prick, your life is worth more than chips
Money is paper and the banks built the bricks
All of a sudden, I heard a different gun's clip
I couldn't be hit
'Cause I didn't feel shit
So I duck and took cover
Yell for my brother
I yell "Yo"
[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
Then I yell "Yo" back
You can bounce now, dawg, I filled up two sacks
Here's the dough, keys to the truck, go get in it
'Cause time is our life and we ain't got a minute
I looked outside and I saw the Lieutenant
Thinkin' to myself, "Damn, Styles is finished"
We ain't come this far for this shit to happen
Damn, nigga better get to cappin'
Heard six shots, 'bout three hit the Captain
Heard a few more, but, by then, they attacked him
Area surrounded, parking lot packed in
Just knocked my man off, now I was trapped in
But you know I'm going out in a blast
With this last pineapple like they use in M*A*S*H
And as soon as enough cops've filled up the room
I pull the pin
