[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 sh**, 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 f**ing 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, pa**ed out and copy his keys
Open his door, rope up his who*e 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, b**h cause I'm drug sick
I got a mask, gloves, gun, and a thug clique
f** a pig cop f*ggot or a mug flick
We get away clean, we'll never be seen
And this is the American dream
So we fight for it, k** 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 a** 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, h**n, 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 f**ing faces
It's Billy Crystal, the f**ing greatest
A really cool guy, run up on you shooting nines
A f**ing idiot, I ain't afraid to do time
Addicted to money, I ain't afraid to do crime
Addicted to p**y, X-rated with two dimes
I fall asleep at night clutching the biscuit
Hiding the kilo of c**aine in a bucket of chicken
Listen, we big earners with big burners, a bunch of murderers
f** a heater, I'll beat you to d**h with furniture
Throw chairs and tables, kitchen sinks, listen b**h
We the sh**, motherf**er 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]