La Coka Nostra - Gun In Your Mouth (produced by Cynic) | Текст песни

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[Intro: Slaine]

For the Georgetown bank robbers, this one's for you. C'mon.

[Chorus: Ill Bill]

I'mma rob a bank then I'mma bounce down south
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
Stick up the dope man, y'all know what the fuck I'm about
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth

Run your whole shit, stash box under the couch
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
Run up in your momma's house and air everyone out
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth

[Verse 1: Slaine]

Let's smoke a bundle of embalming fluid
Stick an armoured car up, I'mma climb into it
All I need is an eightball and nine to do it
I'll put the fucking driver in the trauma unit
I know some wannabes sloppy with keys
With coke and cash in the crib, probably trees
We'll get em drunk, passed out then copy his keys
Open his door, rope up his whore and then breeze
I know the time for a robbery
Is very long but it really doesn't bother me
I need to get rich, bitch cause I'm drug sick
I got a mask, gloves, gun and a thug clique
Fuck a pig cop faggot or a mug flick
We get away clean, we'll never be seen
And this is the American dream
So we fight for it, kill for it, whatever it means

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Everlast]

It's the ironman with the nine in his hand
Got my mind on my plan cause I grind for the fam
Kick in the door waving the four-four
Run the kush and the cash, get your ass on the floor
Ties his hands around his back with extension cords
He was slipping backstage at the Source Awards
I call DMS, you call EMS, FDNY, NYPD
We get high committing strong-armed robberies
Don't matter if it's crack, heroin, or trees
When the gun's in your face, you gonna open the safe
Unless you really wanna know how a bullet'll taste

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Ill Bill]

I pull hammers like double aces, my Desert Eagle's in your fucking faces
It's Billy Crystal, the fucking greatest
A really cool guy, run up on you shoot nines
A fucking idiot, I ain't afraid to do time
Addicted to money, I ain't afraid to do crime
Addicted to pussy, X-rated with two dimes
I fall asleep at night clutching the biscuit
Hiding the kilo, the cocaine, and a bucket of chicken
Listen, we big earners with big burners, a bunch of murderers
Fuck a heater, I'll beat you to death with furniture
Throw chairs and tables, kitchen sinks, listen bitch
We the shit, motherfucker this is it
We the real thing, we bring Scorsese to reality
I turn horrifying behaviour into salaries
I jump out a helicopter and pop ya
Run up by you while you're in Burger King eating a Whopper

[Chorus]

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