- Gun In Your Mouth 歌詞 ILL Bill La Coka Nostra Slaine
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- ILL Bill La Coka Nostra Slaine
- [Intro:] ~Slaine~
For the Charlestown 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 **** man, y'all know what the ******* I'm about With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth Run your whole ************t, 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 ******g 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 really long but it really doesn't bother me I need to get rich, ************ cause I' m drug sick I got a mask, gloves, gun and a thug clique ******* a pig cop ************ or a mob 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 [Repeat Chorus:] [Verse 2 ]:~Everlast~ It's the ironman with a nine in his hand Got my mind on the 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 behind his back with extensioncords 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, ** ****, or trees When the gun's in your face, you gonna open the safe Unless you really wanna know how a bullet'll taste [Repeat Chorus:] [Verse 3 :] ~Ill Bill~ I pull hammers like double aces, Desert Eagles in your ******g faces It's Billy Crystal, the ******g greatest A really cool guy, run up on you shoot nines A ******g idiot, I ain't afraid to do time Addicted to money, I ain't afraid to do crime Addicted to * ***********, X-rated with two dimes I fall asleep at night clutching the biscuit Hiding the kilo, the *******, and a bucket of chicken Listen, we big earners with big burners, a bunch of murderers ******* a heater, I'll beat you to death with furniture Throw chairs and tables, kitchen sinks, listen ************ We the ************t, mother******* 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 [Repeat Chorus:]
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