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Front gate to the banklook like some pearly gatesPreying on salvationlocked inside a safeSafe deposit boxWe as sly as foxRolled all in Like a presidential menaceGuns cocked tucked inside our church clothesShot gun with the tips all sawed offLooking like some bossesSuit tailored especiallyFucking pocket square and my glock is my accessoryNo fucking questions see just respect our needsWe’ll need you on the ground pretty pleaseIf you wanna run you mouth ?Im a nice guy but ?Look the guard in the eye he aint tryin shitcause he fifty nine almost in retirementhe just tryin to survive he got that wife and kidsold man got no place catching crooks he just tryin to finishhit the teller with a grinshe winks backI swear shes tryin ?Fillin up our duffle bags with g stacks of gold bricksSongtextejust before we flee the scene she hits me with a slow kisstake off and blastfirst class mother fuckers with their foot on the gaswe got two bags full of cashtwo bags full of gold bars, gold stargone before the cops catch me nowim all alone and I need a lordso ? and I right my wronggonna sing my songtheres always one punk mother fucker wanna sing a songlike a canary getting scared deep inside a goldminebut they the first ones to diewhen they let notes flyim right in there even before they even reach the repriseI should have known it rightThem religious types cant hold their sins inYa the guilt eats them aliveSo long as theses bogus priests have their g’s in their eyes? secrets to keep but its all just a lieSee the chief of police hes one powerful guyAnd the creepy old priest he like his boys on the sideSo any chance that he see to toss a favor for the cheifA get out of jail free card to use down the lineSo while im sittin in the strip club with some hands on some thighsTippin whisky back throwin big bills in the skyDown the block this fuckin shmuck is singin the song of his lifeI’ll meet him in the yard and put a fuckin shiv in his spine Aus Songtexte Mania