i could see everbody in the joint was str8 shook a me
I tole em imma kill the first one to even look at me
i aint never did no crazy job like this in my life
str8 took the whole bank with a little butta knife

i figured robbin a bank was a true steal/
Went to the cashier and we cut out a little deal/
money for life or life for death/
And he picked the first one just like all the rest/

Checked out the scene, passed the teller a note/
It said, "Bitch gimme the dough or I'm slittin' ya throat"./
I took twenties, tens, hundreds, fifties and ones/
Then I broke 'em out the back, cleared the way wit' my gun/

i'll rob a bank,
using only a tank,
n then run with the money,
and go fuck ur hunny

im the cat with no gat who can get the job done
everybody lay flat im here to rob the funds
10s 20s 5s and 1s
you can keep the change i aint no fuckin bum

Just-Rappin, jump out tha Caddilac-wit-Automatics...
Pump-action, niggz grabbin a Gat-all-so-tragic...
In-tha-Bank, "stick up put tha money-in-tha-bag"...
step get blasted Wit-a-tank, escape, comin-out-wit-tagz...