Ill Bill - Chase Manhattan - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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[Intro] {*people screaming*} On the floor, now, NOW! Do it, do it {*gunshot*} On the floor, now, NOW! [Raekwon] Oh shit~! It's on huh? (Aiyyo sit your boney ass the fuck down) (We not fuckin playin in here) 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 and ya clique All my gunnies is squeezin Listen to me, before you die, just leave with my cheese I ain't playin I'm sprayin, off top, doors is locked Fuck around, try to run around, you greasy Don't even dare - put your cell phone down dear Before I put my gun in your ear I'm not a new jack, an Iker or a jerk with a pump I'm straight sober, I'mma feed my ratchet and hunt We kill Willies, still hillbillies don't call us nuttin else Might have to melt your Phillies You old man, sit down - tie up his hands And yo smack flames out him, get more and then blamp him [Interlude] Don't move! Don't fuckin move! Put your hands in the air, put your hands in the air Get 'em up!! Get on your knees Get on your knees, GET ON YOUR KNEES Gimme that fuckin bag man Gimme that shit you're my fuckin wife man Get the fuck out [Ill Bill] This bitch started blowin me in the safe Her fantasy to fuck a bank robber so I blew a load in her face I knew her from Canarsie, used to work at Chase Manhattan Smiled when I walked in wavin the ratchet An inside job, the best kind, the rest I rob Stay on the ground or you'll be laid to rest by God I seen big face hundreds and bearer's bonds I also see cameras on, I'm glad I wore my ski mask camouflage Listen to "Lamb of God" while I packed the bong While I studied how to disable a bank alarm We got three minutes, handle the job; I'm standin on top Of the counter with the chopper barrel starin at y'all Why you pussies bleedin all on my money you fuckin up my hundreds Don't get your fuckin head kicked on some dumb shit stupid We the future of this bank robbin industry Kidnap the judge and get a hundred years conspiracy [Outro] Everybody in the vault, get out, move! {*screaming*} On the floor, now, NOW, do it, do it On the floor, now, NOW! Let's play a game Mr. President It's called spin the dial
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