The Heist Revisited 歌词
| 歌曲 | The Heist Revisited |
| 歌手 | Big L |
| 专辑 | The Big Picture |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Coleman, Hall | |
| Yeah, yeah | |
| Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah yeah-yeah | |
| UHH! This goes out to all the wolves (*ARF ARF AROOOO*) | |
| Hah, in the streets and in jail | |
| Yeah, yo it's your man Big L | |
| One-three-nine, Danger Zone | |
| I got my man Tommy Gibbs and Corleone with me | |
| Check it out, uhh - bust it | |
| Aiyyo I just left the studio, and it's about two in the morn' | |
| Just finished doin a song | |
| Now I'm ready for sleep | |
| but first I want spaghetti to eat | |
| and it's a good Italian restaurant right up the street | |
| So I jumped in the Jeep, stash the heat under the seat | |
| Then I got a beep; my voice is hoarse, barely can speak | |
| I called back on the cell - it's Corle', mad as hell | |
| Told me to listen well as he started to yell | |
| 'I just seen Mike and Ben with your wife and a friend | |
| and they just got a room at the Holiday Inn' | |
| 'It's my wife, you sure?' 'Yeah I'm sure | |
| I saw the whore soon as she walked through the door' | |
| 'Say no more, which one?' | |
| 'The one in Jersey son, right over the bridge' | |
| 'We goin' hurt those hoes' 'AND hurt both of them kids' | |
| Now I'm in the Range | |
| Switchin lanes, doin a buck 'n change | |
| I can't wait to buck them lames and them ****in dames | |
| I reach the destination | |
| Grab the heat without no hesitation | |
| These niggaz ****in up my reputation | |
| I saw Coleone holdin the chrome | |
| Ice-grill, lookin like he had a license to kill | |
| and he had somebody else with 'em playin the cup | |
| Lookin like he can't wait to start sprayin shit up | |
| 'Yo, who that in the background?' 'It's Tommy Gibbs' | |
| 'Oh, I didn't recognize you with your hat down | |
| Son you ready? We got this whole shit mapped out | |
| I hope you ain't scared, it's no time to back out | |
| We gon' take the backroute | |
| pull the gats out, throw the mask on | |
| We ain't leavin til everyone's dead, and all the cash gone | |
| We gon' get our laugh on when we through | |
| but right now we got a job to do' 'So let's do it!' | |
| I stepped to the deskclerk | |
| Put the gat to her dress-shirt | |
| Told her listen up before she get hurt | |
| 'They just walked in, party of four, two chicks, two males | |
| What room they got?' She paused and said '212' | |
| I took the steps now I'm out of breath; I gotta stop smokin | |
| Them cigarettes gon' be the cause of my death | |
| My heart beatin fast now, cause it's about to pop off | |
| Saw the door, let the glock off, tore the lock off | |
| Took a deep breath, then ran inside at a quick pace | |
| I felt disgraced, I shoulda shot that bitch in the face | |
| Then my other two niggaz ran in, each had a cannon | |
| Ready to take care what we been plannin | |
| These two crab cats, we know they hustle upstate | |
| We know they got stacks | |
| cause they don't **** with nothin but weight | |
| We got the cuffs and the duct tape and put it to use | |
| Then told 'em when this is over we'll be lettin 'em loose | |
| And then I kicked Mike in his face to watch his head jerk back | |
| 'You wanna live then tell my nigga where you stash the work at' | |
| He gave me the address then I ran outside | |
| but first I took the keys to his van outside | |
| And when I got there, I found 50 ki's in a stash | |
| a hundred pounds of grass, and two million in cash | |
| I was dumb glad, the shit didn't fit in one bag | |
| So I got three, filled 'em all up to the teeth | |
| Then put the bags in the van, then I locked the truck | |
| When I got back, Corle' done popped them punks | |
| 'Aiyyo **** it L, we might as well pop these studs' | |
| Now that's four bodies | |
| Two outta-towners and two hotties | |
| And after that we ain't sleep for three days | |
| We hit the PJ's, split the money threeways | |
| Now we all laughin hard, gettin nice and weeded | |
| Celebratin nigga, heist completed |
| zuo qu : Coleman, Hall | |
| Yeah, yeah | |
| Yeahyeah, yeahyeahyeahyeah, yeah yeahyeah | |
| UHH! This goes out to all the wolves ARF ARF AROOOO | |
| Hah, in the streets and in jail | |
| Yeah, yo it' s your man Big L | |
| Onethreenine, Danger Zone | |
| I got my man Tommy Gibbs and Corleone with me | |
| Check it out, uhh bust it | |
| Aiyyo I just left the studio, and it' s about two in the morn' | |
| Just finished doin a song | |
| Now I' m ready for sleep | |
| but first I want spaghetti to eat | |
| and it' s a good Italian restaurant right up the street | |
| So I jumped in the Jeep, stash the heat under the seat | |
| Then I got a beep my voice is hoarse, barely can speak | |
| I called back on the cell it' s Corle', mad as hell | |
| Told me to listen well as he started to yell | |
| ' I just seen Mike and Ben with your wife and a friend | |
| and they just got a room at the Holiday Inn' | |
| ' It' s my wife, you sure?' ' Yeah I' m sure | |
| I saw the whore soon as she walked through the door' | |
| ' Say no more, which one?' | |
| ' The one in Jersey son, right over the bridge' | |
| ' We goin' hurt those hoes' ' AND hurt both of them kids' | |
| Now I' m in the Range | |
| Switchin lanes, doin a buck ' n change | |
| I can' t wait to buck them lames and them in dames | |
| I reach the destination | |
| Grab the heat without no hesitation | |
| These niggaz in up my reputation | |
| I saw Coleone holdin the chrome | |
| Icegrill, lookin like he had a license to kill | |
| and he had somebody else with ' em playin the cup | |
| Lookin like he can' t wait to start sprayin shit up | |
| ' Yo, who that in the background?' ' It' s Tommy Gibbs' | |
| ' Oh, I didn' t recognize you with your hat down | |
| Son you ready? We got this whole shit mapped out | |
| I hope you ain' t scared, it' s no time to back out | |
| We gon' take the backroute | |
| pull the gats out, throw the mask on | |
| We ain' t leavin til everyone' s dead, and all the cash gone | |
| We gon' get our laugh on when we through | |
| but right now we got a job to do' ' So let' s do it!' | |
| I stepped to the deskclerk | |
| Put the gat to her dressshirt | |
| Told her listen up before she get hurt | |
| ' They just walked in, party of four, two chicks, two males | |
| What room they got?' She paused and said ' 212' | |
| I took the steps now I' m out of breath I gotta stop smokin | |
| Them cigarettes gon' be the cause of my death | |
| My heart beatin fast now, cause it' s about to pop off | |
| Saw the door, let the glock off, tore the lock off | |
| Took a deep breath, then ran inside at a quick pace | |
| I felt disgraced, I shoulda shot that bitch in the face | |
| Then my other two niggaz ran in, each had a cannon | |
| Ready to take care what we been plannin | |
| These two crab cats, we know they hustle upstate | |
| We know they got stacks | |
| cause they don' t with nothin but weight | |
| We got the cuffs and the duct tape and put it to use | |
| Then told ' em when this is over we' ll be lettin ' em loose | |
| And then I kicked Mike in his face to watch his head jerk back | |
| ' You wanna live then tell my nigga where you stash the work at' | |
| He gave me the address then I ran outside | |
| but first I took the keys to his van outside | |
| And when I got there, I found 50 ki' s in a stash | |
| a hundred pounds of grass, and two million in cash | |
| I was dumb glad, the shit didn' t fit in one bag | |
| So I got three, filled ' em all up to the teeth | |
| Then put the bags in the van, then I locked the truck | |
| When I got back, Corle' done popped them punks | |
| ' Aiyyo it L, we might as well pop these studs' | |
| Now that' s four bodies | |
| Two outtatowners and two hotties | |
| And after that we ain' t sleep for three days | |
| We hit the PJ' s, split the money threeways | |
| Now we all laughin hard, gettin nice and weeded | |
| Celebratin nigga, heist completed |
| zuò qǔ : Coleman, Hall | |
| Yeah, yeah | |
| Yeahyeah, yeahyeahyeahyeah, yeah yeahyeah | |
| UHH! This goes out to all the wolves ARF ARF AROOOO | |
| Hah, in the streets and in jail | |
| Yeah, yo it' s your man Big L | |
| Onethreenine, Danger Zone | |
| I got my man Tommy Gibbs and Corleone with me | |
| Check it out, uhh bust it | |
| Aiyyo I just left the studio, and it' s about two in the morn' | |
| Just finished doin a song | |
| Now I' m ready for sleep | |
| but first I want spaghetti to eat | |
| and it' s a good Italian restaurant right up the street | |
| So I jumped in the Jeep, stash the heat under the seat | |
| Then I got a beep my voice is hoarse, barely can speak | |
| I called back on the cell it' s Corle', mad as hell | |
| Told me to listen well as he started to yell | |
| ' I just seen Mike and Ben with your wife and a friend | |
| and they just got a room at the Holiday Inn' | |
| ' It' s my wife, you sure?' ' Yeah I' m sure | |
| I saw the whore soon as she walked through the door' | |
| ' Say no more, which one?' | |
| ' The one in Jersey son, right over the bridge' | |
| ' We goin' hurt those hoes' ' AND hurt both of them kids' | |
| Now I' m in the Range | |
| Switchin lanes, doin a buck ' n change | |
| I can' t wait to buck them lames and them in dames | |
| I reach the destination | |
| Grab the heat without no hesitation | |
| These niggaz in up my reputation | |
| I saw Coleone holdin the chrome | |
| Icegrill, lookin like he had a license to kill | |
| and he had somebody else with ' em playin the cup | |
| Lookin like he can' t wait to start sprayin shit up | |
| ' Yo, who that in the background?' ' It' s Tommy Gibbs' | |
| ' Oh, I didn' t recognize you with your hat down | |
| Son you ready? We got this whole shit mapped out | |
| I hope you ain' t scared, it' s no time to back out | |
| We gon' take the backroute | |
| pull the gats out, throw the mask on | |
| We ain' t leavin til everyone' s dead, and all the cash gone | |
| We gon' get our laugh on when we through | |
| but right now we got a job to do' ' So let' s do it!' | |
| I stepped to the deskclerk | |
| Put the gat to her dressshirt | |
| Told her listen up before she get hurt | |
| ' They just walked in, party of four, two chicks, two males | |
| What room they got?' She paused and said ' 212' | |
| I took the steps now I' m out of breath I gotta stop smokin | |
| Them cigarettes gon' be the cause of my death | |
| My heart beatin fast now, cause it' s about to pop off | |
| Saw the door, let the glock off, tore the lock off | |
| Took a deep breath, then ran inside at a quick pace | |
| I felt disgraced, I shoulda shot that bitch in the face | |
| Then my other two niggaz ran in, each had a cannon | |
| Ready to take care what we been plannin | |
| These two crab cats, we know they hustle upstate | |
| We know they got stacks | |
| cause they don' t with nothin but weight | |
| We got the cuffs and the duct tape and put it to use | |
| Then told ' em when this is over we' ll be lettin ' em loose | |
| And then I kicked Mike in his face to watch his head jerk back | |
| ' You wanna live then tell my nigga where you stash the work at' | |
| He gave me the address then I ran outside | |
| but first I took the keys to his van outside | |
| And when I got there, I found 50 ki' s in a stash | |
| a hundred pounds of grass, and two million in cash | |
| I was dumb glad, the shit didn' t fit in one bag | |
| So I got three, filled ' em all up to the teeth | |
| Then put the bags in the van, then I locked the truck | |
| When I got back, Corle' done popped them punks | |
| ' Aiyyo it L, we might as well pop these studs' | |
| Now that' s four bodies | |
| Two outtatowners and two hotties | |
| And after that we ain' t sleep for three days | |
| We hit the PJ' s, split the money threeways | |
| Now we all laughin hard, gettin nice and weeded | |
| Celebratin nigga, heist completed |
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