Lyrics
[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 damn man, y’all know what the **** I’m about
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
Run your whole damn shit, stash box under the couc
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 ****ing driver in the trauma uni
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, mother****er cause I’m drug sic
I got a mask, gloves, gun and a thug clique
**** a pig cop mother****er or a mob flic
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 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 tree
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 ****ing face
It’s Billy Crystal, the ****ing greates
A really cool guy, run up on you shoot nines
A ****ing idiot, I ain’t afraid to do tim
Addicted to money, I ain’t afraid to do crime
Addicted to mother****ing, X-rated with two dime
I fall asleep at night clutching the biscuit
Hiding the kilo, the cocaine, and a bucket of chicke
Listen, we big earners with big burners, a bunch of murderers
**** a heater, I’ll beat you to death with furnitur
Throw chairs and tables, kitchen sinks, listen mother****e
We the mother****ing, mother****er this is i
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:]
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 damn man, y’all know what the **** I’m about
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
Run your whole damn shit, stash box under the couc
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 ****ing driver in the trauma uni
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, mother****er cause I’m drug sic
I got a mask, gloves, gun and a thug clique
**** a pig cop mother****er or a mob flic
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 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 tree
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 ****ing face
It’s Billy Crystal, the ****ing greates
A really cool guy, run up on you shoot nines
A ****ing idiot, I ain’t afraid to do tim
Addicted to money, I ain’t afraid to do crime
Addicted to mother****ing, X-rated with two dime
I fall asleep at night clutching the biscuit
Hiding the kilo, the cocaine, and a bucket of chicke
Listen, we big earners with big burners, a bunch of murderers
**** a heater, I’ll beat you to death with furnitur
Throw chairs and tables, kitchen sinks, listen mother****e
We the mother****ing, mother****er this is i
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:]