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[Killa Sin]
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Ski masked, the First National for a half a mill'
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It's real, fuck rational
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Your armored truck stuck like dustheads for my collateral
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Certified criminal, gun smugglin villain who be fillin clips
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Fuller than cum swellin your genitals
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[La the Darkman]
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Specialist, cat burgular, stockin cap murder
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Uzi clip inserterer, you got cheese, I heard of ya
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You dirty rat, manuevered through traps and torched doors
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Plastic explosives, bags of C-4
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[Killa Sin]
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Yo, flash a cannon, deliver these clowns an understandin
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that Cash Rules, don't nuttin move kid, five-hundred grand an'
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The raw son, makin assault when armor wait till the gold lock
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Fuck the wreck, fumbled up the wrong time
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[La the Darkman]
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Yo, I clip the phone lines, cut the alarm, the pipe bomb
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Detonation, seven minutes the first task, we in it
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Lace the tear gas, put on your mask, load the bags
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Check the roof for the jake, I'ma climb the gate last
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[Killa Sin]
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Scan the internet, copy the floppy shut the drive off
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'cinerate the whole data bank before we slide off
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Time check: twenty-four hundred and still wastin
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The minutes keep racin, let's blow this foundation
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[La the Darkman]
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Keep patient, I got the whole Dole administration
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on CD-ROM, smugglin firearms
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And the date to attempt assassinate Farrakhan
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From his Middle East trips and buildin wit Sadaam
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Yo hold the laptop
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Chorus: Killa Sin and La the Darkman (repeat 2X)
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Yo it's the Heist of the Century kid we execute right
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We goin down in history, get the loot and live life
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how it's meant to be
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A stolen legacy, live Egyptian mystery
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[Killa Sin]
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(Word up)
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We on the way out (stolen Legacy), the future laid out
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Our brain scramblin, Arnez break a cold sweat but never panickin
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Shooken up, two officers lookin up, we spot em
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Pull the heat out, and have both they asses red-dotted
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[La the Darkman]
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Don't move, we got the bank money not yours
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Think of your kids and calmly lay on the floor
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Put your hands high, dunn get they guns
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Then break em, slap one wit the barrel
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Make em bleed then tape em
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[Killa Sin]
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It's like a minute and ten left, we playin wit death
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And I can hear the bomb tick
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Sweat drip on the back my palm grip
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Final mission, completed all bank funds depleted
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Hit the turnpike, bounce to the stash, let's split it even
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[La the Darkman]
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Yo, the blueprint went excellent, wisdom gods seconds for the dynamite
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On the next flight before daylight
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Exit through the back entrance, jump the fence
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Then slide in the Rover wit the triple black tints
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We hit the government
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Word up Dunn, we hit the government, knahmsayin?
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Heist of the Century
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| La the Darkman |
