Heist Of The Century - La The Darkman

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,