DJ MUGGS VS ILL BILL

DJ MUGGS VS ILL BILL - Chase Manhattan lyrics

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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'm a 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'm a 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

[I'll 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 bail 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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