| Song | Heist of the Century |
| Artist | LA the Darkman |
| Album | Heist of the Century |
| 作曲 : Grant, Jackson, Muggerud | |
| 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, live egyptian mystery | |
| [killa sin] | |
| (word up) | |
| We on the way out (stolen legacy), the future laid out | |
| Our brain scramblin, arnez break a cold sweat but never panickin | |
| Shooken up, two officers lookin up, we spot em | |
| Pull the heat out, and have both they asses red-dotted | |
| [la the darkman] | |
| Don't move, we got the bank money not yours | |
| Think of your kids and calmly lay on the floor | |
| Put your hands high, dunn get they guns | |
| Then break em, slap one wit the barrel | |
| Make em bleed then tape em | |
| [killa sin] | |
| It's like a minute and ten left, we playin wit death | |
| And i can hear the bomb tick | |
| Sweat drip on the back my palm grip | |
| Final mission, completed all bank funds depleted | |
| Hit the turnpike, bounce to the stash, let's split it even | |
| [la the darkman] | |
| Yo, the blueprint went excellent, wisdom gods seconds for the dynamite | |
| On the next flight before daylight | |
| Exit through the back entrance, jump the fence | |
| Then slide in the rover wit the triple black tints | |
| We hit the government | |
| Word up dunn, we hit the government, knahmsayin? |
| zuò qǔ : Grant, Jackson, Muggerud | |
| 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 c4 | |
| killa sin | |
| Yo, flash a cannon, deliver these clowns an understandin | |
| That cash rules, don' t nuttin move kid, fivehundred 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: twentyfour 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 cdrom, 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, live egyptian mystery | |
| killa sin | |
| word up | |
| We on the way out stolen legacy, the future laid out | |
| Our brain scramblin, arnez break a cold sweat but never panickin | |
| Shooken up, two officers lookin up, we spot em | |
| Pull the heat out, and have both they asses reddotted | |
| la the darkman | |
| Don' t move, we got the bank money not yours | |
| Think of your kids and calmly lay on the floor | |
| Put your hands high, dunn get they guns | |
| Then break em, slap one wit the barrel | |
| Make em bleed then tape em | |
| killa sin | |
| It' s like a minute and ten left, we playin wit death | |
| And i can hear the bomb tick | |
| Sweat drip on the back my palm grip | |
| Final mission, completed all bank funds depleted | |
| Hit the turnpike, bounce to the stash, let' s split it even | |
| la the darkman | |
| Yo, the blueprint went excellent, wisdom gods seconds for the dynamite | |
| On the next flight before daylight | |
| Exit through the back entrance, jump the fence | |
| Then slide in the rover wit the triple black tints | |
| We hit the government | |
| Word up dunn, we hit the government, knahmsayin? |