| This is a stick up, nobody move, get on the floor
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| Get on the walls, take your sneakers off, take off your drawers
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| Cover your dick, bitches be quiet, don’t say shit
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| You move I’mma make sure I clap you then click
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| All my guns is squeezing, listen to me, before you die
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| Just leave with my cheese, I ain’t playing I’m spraying
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| Off top, doors is locked, fuck around tryna run around you crazy
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| Don’t even dare, put your cellphone down now dear
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| Before I put a gun to your ear
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| I’m not a Newjack, an alcohol drunk with a pump
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| I’m straight sober, I’mma feed my ratchet and hunt
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| We kill willies, still hillbillies don’t call us nothing else
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| Might have to melt your Phillies
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| You old man, sit down, tie up his hands
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| Heyo smack flames out and get more and then blamp em
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| This bitch started to blow me in a safe
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| A fantasy to fuck a bank robber so I blew a load on her face
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| I knew her from Canarsie, used to work at Chase Manhattan
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| Smiled when I walked in waving the ratchet
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| An inside job, the best kind, I rest, I rob
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| Stay on the ground or you be laid to rest by God
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| I seen big face hundreds and bail bonds
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| I also see cameras on, I’m glad I wore my ski mask camouflage
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| Listen to Lamb of God while I pack the pump
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| While I study how to disable a bank alarm
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| We got 3 minutes, handle the job
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| I’m standing on top of the counter with the chopper barrel staring at yall
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| While you pussies bleeding all on my money you fucking up my hundreds
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| Don’t get your fucking head kicked on some dumb shit you stupid
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| We the future of this bank robbing industry
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| Kidnap the judge and get a hundred years conspiracy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chase Manhattan , by - DJ Muggs. Song from the album Kill Devil Hills, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп