Gun In Your Mouth

For the Charlestown bank robbers
 This one's for you
 C'mon
 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
 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 really 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 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
 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
 It's the ironman with the 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 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
 'Less you really wanna know how a bullet'll taste
 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
 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
 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