Gun In Your Mouth Lyrics - Singles - La Coka Nostra

[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 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 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 fucking 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 

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 

[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 fucking faces 

It's Billy Crystal, the fucking greatest 

A really cool guy, run up on you shooting nines 

A fucking idiot, I ain't afraid to do time 

Addicted to money, I ain't afraid to do crime 

Addicted to pussy, 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 

Fuck a heater, I'll beat you to death with furniture 

Throw chairs and tables, kitchen sinks, listen bitch 

We the shit, motherfucker 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]