Gun in Your Mouth

LETRA

Gun in Your Mouth

[Intro: Slaine]
For the Charlestown bank robbers, this one's for you. C'mon

[Hook: 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 f*** 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 armored car up, I'mma climb into it
All I need is an eight-ball and nine to do it
I'll put the fuc*** driver in the trauma unit or
I know some wannabes sloppy with ki's
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
F*** 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

[Hook]

[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

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ill Bill]
I pull hammers like double aces
My Desert Eagle's in your fuc*** faces
It's Billy Crystal, the fuc*** greatest
A really cool guy, run up on you shooting nines
A fuc*** idiot, I ain't afraid to do time
Addicted to money, I ain't afraid to do crime
Addicted to pu***, 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
F*** a heater, I'll beat you to death with furniture
Throw chairs and tables, kitchen sinks, listen bitch
We the shit, motherfuc*** 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 on you while you're in Burger King eating a Whopper

[Hook]