Machine-Gun Hustle
Back in the 20s in the gangster days
A prohibition and the speakeasy array
The cartel brash, can't stop it
Ain't no protection on Chicago streets
You better watch out if the boys come around, yeah
You better watch out, they're gonna gun you down
Hustle, hustle
Machine gun
Hustle, hustle, yeah
Hustle, hustle
Machine gun
Hustle, hustle, yeah
Machine guns screaming from a speeding car
The man inside, he's got a face with scar
You hear a whisper, "It's Al Capone"
The street's desertеd and you're on your own
You better watch out if thе boys come around, yeah
You better watch out, they're gonna gun you down
Hustle, hustle
Machine gun
Hustle, hustle, yeah
Hustle, hustle
Machine gun
Hustle, hustle, yeah
Hustle, hustle
Machine gun
Hustle, hustle, yeah
Hustle, hustle
Machine gun
Hustle, hustle, yeah
Hustle, hustle
Machine gun
Hustle, hustle, yeah
Hustle, hustle
Machine gun