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"Chase Manhattan" lyrics by DJ MUGGS VS ILL BILL
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"Chase Manhattan"
[feat. Raekwon]

[People screaming]
On the floor, now, NOW! Do it, do it
On the floor, now, NOW!

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

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

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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