DJ Muggs & Ill Bill Chase Manhattan lyrics

Oh shit, it's on huh?

This is a stick up, nobody move, get on the floor
Get on the walls, take your sneakers off, take off your drawers
Cover your dick, bitches, be quiet, don't say shit
You move I'mma make sure I clap you then click

All my guns is squeezing, listen to me, before you die
Just leave with my cheese, I ain't playing, I'm spraying
Off top, doors is locked, fuck around, tryna run around, you crazy
Don't even dare, put your cellphone down, dear
Before I put a gun to your ear

I'm not a Newjack, an alcohol drunk with a pump
I'm straight sober, I'mma feed my ratchet and hunt
We kill willies, still hillbillies don't call us nothing else
Might have to melt your Phillies

You, old man, sit down, tie up his hands
Heyo smack flames out and get more and then blamp 'em

This bitch started to blow me in a safe
A fantasy to fuck a bank robber so I blew a load on her face
I knew her from Canarsie, used to work at Chase Manhattan

Smiled when I walked in waving the ratchet

An inside job, the best kind, I rest, I rob
Stay on the ground or you be laid to rest by God
I seen big face, hundreds and bail bonds
I also see cameras on, I'm glad I wore my ski mask camouflage

Listen to 'Lamb Of God' while I pack the pump
While I study how to disable a bank alarm
We got 3 minutes, handle the job
I'm standing on top of the counter
With the chopper barrel staring at y'all

While you pussies bleeding all on my money
You fucking up my hundreds
Don't get your fucking head kicked
On some dumb shit you stupid

We the future of this bank robbing industry
Kidnap the judge and get a hundred years conspiracy