Method Man - Youngstown Heist lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface k**ah] For the city, to get this money, Vegas, yo, yeah [Ghostface k**ah (Trife Diesel):] Here's the rundown, Mustafa's getting money out in Youngstown Get some goons together, a driver and bring them guns down Heard he had his hands in some bricks, plus a few pounds Hang with some wild Haitians, settle shop in the dude lounge n***as is migrating, he came from Cue Gardens With a live situation, got it in preparation When you get there, pick up the whip with the navigation And follow all the clowns til you get to your destination (We here Tone, got our masks on, we bout to run up in I know you ain't talking bout the house, with the broken henge 65 Alpine Drive, it's looking shady So I hopped out, pulled the glock out, plus the 3-18 Hit the living room, I've seen a ripped up sofa, a shattered coffee table Broken lamps, and a flipped up stroller The place was ransacked from front to back) Yo, Trife, what you talking, black? (Yo, Starks, cut the bullsh** and tell me, where the office at) Take a left and head, down the hallway steps Pa** the painting on the wall, the third door on the left The safe is on the wall above the fireplace near the decks Look inside the top drawer, and get the key out the chest [Interlude: Sheek Louch (Bully)] Damn son, aiyo what's taking this n***a Trife so long (I don't know) Oh sh**, yo Bull, get down, get down, get down Look at Stark pulling up, son (aww man) I'm a try to k** this n***a [Sheek Louch (Bully):] Aiyo, hurry up I see a car pulling up, windows tinted Can't really tell who's in it, but, I know it's a rented Down south plates, Atlanta or, one of them states (yo the cameras on) Man, I wanna see what's up in those crates Should I pop off, take his top off, before he get to you Bully like (Yo, chill, chill, this is what we gon' do) aight (Go ask for directions, right, I'm a go around the back Wait for them to come inside, I'll hit these n***as with the mack) Ok, before it even get to that, let me see where Trife is at Hopefully he on his way, and no one gotta die today (bang bang) Two shots go off (Homey trapped inside, quick put the mask on, Sheek) f** it, Bully, let's ride Shooting out the sunroof, missing and sh** I was too high, still think my Dutchie was lit Trife running out the building, busting, cussing Blood everywhere, you had to see this sh** (disgusting)