bandit bein a bad bandit blastin draftin gimme that aspirin cus my headache lastin pull up with a mac eleven or a tec nine south side gang nine your soul is mine Yeah ima black jacket bandit with a 45 in the jacket ready to put you in a casket bet it wont be an open casket funeral for you if you cross us runnin 12 kilos for the cash just so we hit up the casinos cross me ill hit up my boy tango well drive by paint the sidewalk red as you die nine shells on the street stained in your blood as we fight off tha police my brother servin life for armed robbery as soon as he did we hit tha lottery no more poverty formerly a mockery ill grab my ak47 nice hickory handguards too bad thell be red soon