Chase Manhattan - DJ Muggs, Ill Bill, Raekwon

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 now 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 yall

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