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The Heist (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

ft. Ghostface, Raekwon, Rocky Marciano

[Raekwon]
Straight up nigga, I’m a money nigga man
You know what time it is wit 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 applepie yeah
Straight up, Flipmode BK king

[Ghostface Killah]
It was the best heist since ice
Precise rituals
Skated outta Jacob’s wit the Fruit Loop jewels
Holdin a navy blue uzi
Krush Groovin waves off the atlas
Coolin, that’s how we make movies
Basketball gun brawlers, bounce
Black down ‘bill-a-head banks, Malibu colorful shanks
That’s the way we live, Staten Island kid
Old dog in it, the thug vaccine wit no pork in it
Vivid imagination paper chasin
Dufflebag swollen, we holdin
Drink chocolate milk before we roll in
It’s like that ya’ll, we gangstas
Stickin all you Bay Ridge Benzes
I’m out to get erect, terrific shit be the diamond district
Tiffany’s, pretty Valentine brick is on the second floor balcony
Gems is magnificent, diamonds is cryin
"Busta Rhymes take me, nevermind help!"

[Raekwon]
Aiyyo caught em at the ice pavilion
Dressy, salad bar style Nestle
Four white niggas, covered in vest pieces
Think like a mob flick
Guessin like Patsy in the mask, piece bust
Got aggravated, slapped the glass piece
One nigga beamin, faggot ass
Lay on the floor ya fuck!
Tied his broken arm to his Hush Puppies
Wrapped around trauma, everything realer than fuck
Tajuana left my nigga niece live comma
Three young Italians, suited down personal style
I’m in valour white designin on the ‘dallions
Felt like some crackers was in back of me
Spit on the clerk, pass the Harry Winston set
Ghost backin me
Bust a shot, motored
Four male in paper work Lord
We get together once more before we blow this
Murdered nobody
Left em all baseball’d down, brotha
Three wicked ass 6’s, Gucci colors

[Busta Rhymes]
MONEY! 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 price
Feelin like a nigga died twice
Execute the world’s greatest diamond heist
Ya’ll niggas know we out to get this MONEY!
C’mon MONEY! [7x]
Raekwon, Ghostface, Rocky Marce C’MON!
Let’s get this money nigga

[Rocky Marciano]
Yeah we ?near the mind? out west
Somewhere in Africa
The Feds is after us, vest on my back
Whippin the Acuras, feel like a mac bustin
A rug in Preston on percussion
I’ll bust in your gate, nigga it’s nothin
A hail storm, ice rainin, mind containin
Info, nigga what you in for? Complainin
Sick bars deep in this language
Did I tell you how my day’s spent?
Speakin through the face of Ronald Regan
Iceberg History, calligraphy
Colidescope colors, hollow-head shells and flarin gunmen
Hate to see me comin like gray skies on day of judgment
Makes you wonder where the love went
Hit a nigga, feed him to some buzzards
Put up numbers, plus I’m one to push his mug in
We duck in the safe, check what I’m huggin
Rocks the size of some shit, out in the congo
My arms full, let’s get the fuck out, Busta I got you

[Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo we do great study on fossils and stones like archeologists
Gem-ologists, collect the most priceless ices anonymous
Canary stones yellow like a pumpkin
Dunkin Donut precious size stones make me wanna cut the safe open
Rae pass the blowtorch, Ghost brought the dynamite stick
Marciano brought a chisel wit an ice pick
Princess cuts, invisible settings
Plannin the world’s greatest diamond heist playin a tune by Otis Redding
Icicle cones hang from the ceiling just like stalagmites
Time to throw on a skully and tying a rag tight
Throwin light went off and in the basket
Grabbed the necklace from off the satin pillow while the glass casket
Ice lay across the crushed burgandy velvet
Up in the diamond slide-tray
Gun in your face, slide it right away
Roundtable with Habib, Mirishnokof, and the rest of them Jewish niggas
We got them niggas drunk and talkin foolish see
You know the way we straight manipulated the shit
We swindle them niggas for all their precious things before we skated and shit
Yeah, ya’ll niggas know we skated early
Disguised ourselves as the cidic Jews and even left my sideburns curly
Bounce to Mexico and spend some pesos
And bury the diamonds on an island your never heard
Like Turks in Keikos
Everytime we hit, we in and out quick
Don’t be surprised if we behind supplyin niggas all the platinum and shit

[MONEY! 17x]

Yeah, the world’s greatest jewel heist
Thoroughly and successfully executed
By none other than Ghostface Killah, Raekwon the Chef
Rock Marciano and Busta Rhymes
A job well done fellas, very good piece of work

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The Heist (Letra)

Busta Rhymes

Busta Rhymes

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Bust it
Hey yo, I just left the studio, and it’s about 2 in the morn’
I just finished doin a song
Now I’m ready for sleep
But first I want spaghetti to eat
In this 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 harsh, barely can speak
I called back on the cell
It’s Coley, mad as hell
He 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 in the Holiday Inn"
"It’s my wife, you sure?"
"Yeah I’m sure
I saw the whore as soon she walked through the door"
"Yo, 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 touch the lames and them fuckin dames
Reach the destination, grab the heat without no hesitation
These niggas fuckin 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 Giss"
"Oh, I didn’t recognise you with your hat down
Son you ready, we got this whole shit mapped out"
"Yeah, wo goin to take the backroute
And pull our gats out and throw our mask on
We ain’t leavin till everyone’s dead and all the cash gone"
"We goin to get our laugh on when we’re through
But right now we got a job to do"
"So let’s do it"
Hey yo, I stepped to the deskclerk
Put the gat to her dress-shirt
Told her to 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"
Took the steps now I’m out of breath
I gotta stop smokin
Them cigarettes goin 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 pase
I felt disgraced, I should’ve shot the bitch in the face
Then my other two niggas ran in
Each had a cannon
Ready to take care, how we done planned it
"These two crab cats, we know they hustle upstate"
We know they got stacks
Cause they don’t move with nothin but weight
We got the cuffs and the ducktape and put it to use
Then told ‘em when this is over we be lettin ‘em loose
"Hey man, I kicked Mike in his face
So I just had your back
You wanna live and tell my nigga where the stash 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 keys in a stash
A 100 pound of grass, and 2 million in cash
I was dumb glad
The sit didn’t fit in one bag
So I got three, filled ‘em all up to the teeth
And put the bags in the van, then I locked the truck
When I got back, Coley done popped them punks
"Hey yo’, fuck it L, we might as well pop these studs"
Man 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