Gun In Your Mouth La Coka Nostra

[Intro: Slaine]
For all the Charlestown bank robbers...
This one's for you!

[Hook: ILL Bill]
I'm a 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

[Verse 1: Slaine]
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