[Intro: 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 apple pie, yeah
Straight up – Flipmode, Wu-Tang
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
It was the best heist since ice, precise rituals
Skated out of Jacob's with 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 Brillo-head banks, Malibu colorful shanks
That's the way we live, Staten Island kid
O-Doggin' it, the thug vaccine with no pork in it
Vivid imagination paper chasin', dufflebag swollen, we holding
Drink chocolate milk before we roll in
It's like that, y'all, we gangsters
Sticking 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 crying
"Busta Rhymes take me, nevermind them!"
[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Ayo, caught 'em at the Ice Pavilion, dressy, salad bar, style messy
Four white niggas, covered in vest pieces
Think like a mob flick, "guess who?" like Patsy in the mask piece
Bus' got aggravated, slapped the glass pieces
One nigga beaming, faggot ass
"Lay on the floor, you fuck!"
Tied his broken arm to his Hush Puppies
Wrapped around drama, everything realer than fuck
Tajuana left, my nigga niece live calmer
Three young Italians, suited down, personal style
I'm in velour, white, designing on the 'dallions
Felt like some crackers was in back of me
Spit on the clerk, pass the Harry Winston set, Ghost backing me
Bust a shot, motored, four mill' in paper work, lord
We get together once more before we blow this
Murdered nobody, left 'em all baseballed down, brother
Three wicked ass 6s, Gucci colors
[Chorus: 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 paying the price
Feeling like a nigga died twice, execute the world's greatest diamond heist!
Y'all niggas know we out to get this money
C'mon, money, c'mon, money, c'mon
Raekwon, Ghostface, Roc Marc', c'mon!
C'mon, money, c'mon, money
C'mon, money, c'mon, money, c'mon money
Let's get this money, nigga!
[Verse 3: Roc Marciano]
Yeah, we near the mine out west, somewhere in Africa
The Feds is after us, vest on my back, whipping the Acuras
Feel like a MAC bustin', a brother pressed in on percussion
I'll bust in your gate, nigga, it's nothing
A hail storm, ice raining, mind containing info
Nigga, what you in for – complaining?
Six bars deep in this language, did I tell you how my day's spent?
Speaking through the face of Ronald Reagan
Iceberg History, calligraphy
Kaleidoscope 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, we got you"
[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]
Ayo, we do great study on fossils and stones like archeologists
Gemologists, collect the most precious 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 with an ice pick
Princess cuts, invisible settings
Planning the world's greatest diamond heist, playing a tune by Otis Redding
Icicle cones hang from the ceiling, just like stalagmites
Time to throw on a skully and tie the rag tight
Throw it like an orphan 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, Miroshnykov, and the rest of them Jewish niggas
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, y'all niggas know we skated early
Disguised ourselves as Hasidic Jews and even left my sideburns curly
Bounce to Mexico and spend some pesos
And buried the diamonds on an island your never heard, like Turks and Caicos
Everytime we hit, we in and out quick
Don't be surprised if we behind supplyin' niggas all the platinum and shit
[Outro: Busta Rhymes]
Money, money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money, money
Money, money
Yeah, the world's greatest jewel heist
Thoroughly and successfully executed
By none other than Ghostface Killah, Raekwon the Chef,
Roc Marciano, and Busta Rhymes
A job well done, fellas – very good piece of work