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(Slaine)For the Georgetown bank robbers, this one?s for you. C?mon.(Ill Bill)I'mma rob a bank then I'mma bounce down southWith a smile on my face and my gun in your mouthStick up the dope man, y'all know what the fuck I'm aboutWith a smile on my face and my gun in your mouthRun your whole shit, stash box under the couchWith a smile on my face and my gun in your mouthRun up in your momma's house and air everyone outWith a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth(Slaine)Let?s smoke a bundle of embalming fluidStick an armoured car up, I?mma climb into itAll I need is an eightball and nine to do itI?ll put the fucking driver in the trauma unit orI know some wannabes sloppy with keysWith coke and cash in the crib, probably treesWe?ll get em drunk, passed out and copy his keysOpen his door, rope up his whore and then breezeI know the time for a robberyIs very long but it really doesn?t bother meI need to get rich, bitch cause I?m drug sickLetras de cancionesI got a mask, gloves, gun, and a thug cliqueFuck a pig cop faggot or a mug flickWe get away clean, we?ll never be seenAnd this is the American dreamSo we fight for it, kill for it, whatever it meansI'mma rob a bank then I'mma bounce down southWith a smile on my face and my gun in your mouthStick up the dope man, y'all know what the fuck I'm aboutWith a smile on my face and my gun in your mouthRun your whole shit, stash box under the couchWith a smile on my face and my gun in your mouthRun up in your momma's house and air everyone outWith a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth(Everlast)It?s the ironman with the nine in his handGot my mind on my plan cause I grind for the famKick in the door waving the four-fourRun the kush and the cash, get your ass on the floorTies his hands around his back with extension cordsHe was slipping backstage at the Source AwardsI call DMS, you call EMS, FDNY, NYPDWe get high committing strong-armed robberiesDon?t matter if it?s crack, heroin, or treesWhen the gun?s in your face, you gonna open the safeUnless you really wanna know how a bullet?ll tasteI'mma rob a bank then I'mma bounce down southWith a smile on my face and my gun in your mouthStick up the dope man, y'all know what the fuck I'm aboutWith a smile on my face and my gun in your mouthRun your whole shit, stash box under the couchWith a smile on my face and my gun in your mouthRun up in your momma's house and air everyone outWith a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth(Ill Bill)I pull hammers like double acesMy Desert Eagle?s in your fucking facesIt?s Billy Crystal, the fucking greatestA really cool guy, run up on you shooting ninesA fucking idiot, I ain?t afraid to do timeAddicted to money, I ain?t afraid to do crimeAddicted to pussy, X-rated with two dimesI fall asleep at night clutching the biscuitHiding the kilo of cocaine in a bucket of chickenListen, we big earners with big burners, a bunch of murderersFuck a heater, I?ll beat you to death with furnitureThrow chairs and tables, kitchen sinks, listen bitchWe the shit, motherfucker this is itWe the real thing, we bring Scorsese to realityI turn horrifying behaviour into salariesI jump out a helicopter and pop yaRun up on you while you?re in Burger King eating a WhopperI'mma rob a bank then I'mma bounce down southWith a smile on my face and my gun in your mouthStick up the dope man, y'all know what the fuck I'm aboutWith a smile on my face and my gun in your mouthRun your whole shit, stash box under the couchWith a smile on my face and my gun in your mouthRun up in your momma's house and air everyone outWith a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth From Letras Mania