OVERVIEW

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes
Vocals
Raekwon
Raekwon
Performer
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah
Performer
Roc-Marciano
Roc-Marciano
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
C. Woods
C. Woods
Songwriter
D. Cofes
D. Cofes
Songwriter
R. Meyers
R. Meyers
Songwriter
T. Smith
T. Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes
Mixing Engineer
Large Professor
Large Professor
Producer
Patrick Gordon
Patrick Gordon
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It was the best heist since ice
Precise rituals
Skated outta 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, bill-a-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
[Verse 2]
Vivid imagination, paper chasin'
Duffle bag swollen, we holdin'
Drink chocolate milk before we roll in
It's like that y'all, 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, never-mind them"
[Verse 3]
Ay yo, caught 'em at the Ice Pavilion
Dressy, salad bar style, Nestle
Four white **** (Covered in vest pieces)
Think like a mob flick, guessin' like patsy in a mask
Piece bust
Got aggravated, slapped the glass pieces
One **** beamin', faggot ass
Lay on the floor you fuck
Tied his broken arm to his hush puppies
[Verse 4]
Wrapped around drama, everything realer than fuck
Tajuana left my **** niece live, comma
Three young Italians, suited down personal style
I'm in velour 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 mill in paperwork, Lord
We get together once more before we blow this
Murdered nobody
Left 'em all baseball-ed down, brother
Three wicked ass 6's, Gucci colors
[Verse 5]
(Money) Drop dead on the floor
****, 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 **** died twice
Execute the world's greatest diamond heist
Y'all **** know we got to get this (Money)
C'mon (Money), c'mon (Money)
C'mon (Money)
Raekwon, Ghostface, Rocky Marce, c'mon (Money, money)
Let's get this money **** (Money, money)
[Verse 6]
Yeah, we hear the mind out west, somewhere in Africa
The Feds is after us, vest on my back
Whippin' the Acuras, feel like a MAC bustin'
My brother Preston on percussion
I'll bust in your gate, ****, it's nothing
A hail storm, ice rainin', mind containin'
Info, **** what you in for? Complainin'
[Verse 7]
Six bars deep in this language
Did I tell you how my day's spent?
Speakin' through the face of Ronald Regan
Iceberg history, calligraphy
Kaleidoscope colors, hollow-head shells and fleein' gunmen
Hate to see me comin' like gray skies, the day of judgement
Makes you wonder where the love went
Hit a ****, 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, lets get the fuck out, Busta I got you
[Verse 8]
Ay yo, we do great study on fossils and stones like archaeologists
Gem-ologists, 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, playin' a tune by Otis Redding
[Verse 9]
Icicle cones hang from the ceiling just like stalagmites
Time to throw on a skully and tie the 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 burgundy velvet
Up in the diamond slide tray, gun in your face, slide it right away
Round table with Habib, Mirishnokov and the rest of them Jewish ****
Got them **** drunk and talkin' foolish see
You know the way we straight manipulated the shit
We swindling **** for all they precious things before we skated and shit
[Verse 10]
Yeah, y'all **** know we skated early
Disguise ourselves as Hasidic Jews and even left my sideburns curly
Bounce to Mexico and spend some pesos
And bury the diamonds on an island you never heard
Like Turks and Caicos
Everytime we hit, we in and out quick
Don't be surprised if we behind supplyin' **** all the platinum and shit
[Verse 11]
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Money
Written by: C. Woods, D. Cofes, Dennis Coles, R. Meyers, Rakheim Meyer, T. Smith

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