Artist: Busta Rhymes f/ Ghostface Killah, Raekwon, Rock Marcy Album: Anarchy Song: The Heist Typed by: jannepar@dlc.fi, Tha Masta [Intro: Raekwon] Straight up nigga, I'm a money nigga, man You know what time it is with 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 apple pie, yeah (yeah) Straight up, Flipmode BK thing That's what them bitches singin [Ghostface Killah] Eh yo.. It was the best heist since Ike, precise rituals Skated out of Jacob's with the fruit loop juice Holdin the navy blue uzi, crush groovin waves off the Atlas Coolin, that's how we make movies Basketball gun brawlers, bounce the black down Pillowhead Banks, mellowly colorful shanks That's the way we live, Staten Island, kid Ol' Dog in it, the thug vaccines, with no pork in it Vivid imagination, paper chasin, duffel bags, swollen, we holdin Diunk chocolate milk before we roll in, it's like that y'all We gangsters, stickin all you Bay Rich bankers I'm not to get a direct to rip, this shit be the diamond district Tiffany's pretty valentine breakfast is on second floor balcony Gem's is magnificent, diamonds is cryin Busta Rhymes save me, never mind him [Raekwon] Eh yo, caught 'em at the heist pavillion Dressed in salad bar style, messin four white niggas Covered in vest pieces, think like a mob click Guess who like Patsy and the mass piece, bust Got aggrevated, slap the glass pieces One nigga beanin, faggot-ass lay on the floor You fuckin tied his broken arm to his Hush Puppies He wrapped around trauma, everything iller than fuck Tiuana let my nigga's knees slip, karma Three young Italians, suited down, personal style I'm in valor, white designin on medallion Felt like some crackers was in back of me, spit on the clerk Pass the Harvey Whistenson, Ghost backin me Bust the shot, motive, four-mill and paperwork, Lord We get together once more before we blow this Murdered nobody, left them all baseball down, brother Three wicked ass sixes in Gucci colors [Busta Rhymes] 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 prize, feel like a nigga dyin twice Execute the world's greatest diamond heist Y'all niggas know we out to get this (money) Come on (money), come on (money), come on (money) Raekwon, Ghostface, Rocky Marc' (money) Come on (money), let's get this money nigga (money, money) [Rock Marcy] We hit a mind out west, somewhere in Africa, the Fed's is after us Vest on my back, flippin the Acura's, feel like a Mac bustin A brother question a precusion I bust in your gate, nigga it's nothing I hail storm, ice rainin, mind containin, head fo' Nigga what you in for? Complainin Six bars, deep in this language Did I tell you how my days spent Speakin through the face of Ronald Reagan Ice berg history, Calligraphy, kaleidoscope colors Hollow-head shells'll flare in gunman Hate to see me comin, like grey skies, your day of judgement Makes you wonder where the love went Hit a nigga, feed him through some buzzers Put up numbers, plus I wanna push his mug in We duckin the safe, Tec what I'm huggin Rocks the size of some shit, out in the Congo My arms's full, let's get the fuck out, Busta I got cha [Busta Rhymes] Eh yo, we got to do great study on fossils and stones like archeologists, gemologist, collect the best prices, anonymous Canary stones, yellow like a pumpkin Dunkin Donut, precious stones make me wanna cut the safe open Wait, pass the blowtorch, Ghost brought the dynamite stick Marciano brought a chizzel with an ice pick Princess cuts invisible settings Planning the world's greatest diamond heist Ringin the tomb of Otis Redding Icesicle cones hang from the ceiling just like the salagmites Time to throw on the skully and tie the rag tight Throw it off and in the basket Grab the necklace, from off the satin pillow or out the glass casket Heist across the cross, burgundy velvet up in the diamond slide tray Gun in your face, slide it by the way Round table with happy Berishnakov and half of them Jewish niggas Got them niggas drunk and talkin foolish See you know the way we straight manipulated this shit We swingin them niggas for all their precious things, before we skated and shit Yea, y'all niggas know we skated early Disguise ourselves as a city jewel thief and even left our sideburns curly Bounce to Mexico and spend some peso's and bury the diamonds on and island you never heard like Turk's and Kangol's Everytime we here, we in and out quick Don't be surprised if we behind supplyin them niggas all the platinum and shit [Outro: Busta Rhymes] Yeah, the world's greatest jewel heist Thoroughly and succesfully executed, by none other than Ghostface Killah, Raekwon the Chef Rock' Marciano, and Busta Rhymes The job well done fellas, very good piece of work