Gun In Your Mouth
(专辑: A Brand You Can Trust - 2009)
For all the
Charlestown bank robbers This one's for you! I'mma rob a
bank then I'm a
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 mama'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 armored car up, I'm a
climb into it All I
need is an eight-ball and nine to do it I'll put the
fucking driver in the
trauma unit or I
know some wannabes sloppy with keys With coke and cash in the
crib, probably trees We'll get em drunk, passed out and 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 I'mma rob a
bank then I'm a
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 mama's house and air everyone out With a
smile on my face and my gun in your mouth It's the
iron man 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 I'mma rob a
bank then I'm a
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 mama'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 nine 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 of cocaine in 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 behavior into salaries I
jump out a
helicopter and pop ya Run up on you while you're in Burger King eating a
Whopper I'mma rob a
bank then I'm a
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 mama's house and air everyone out With a
smile on my face and my gun in your mouth