Gimme The Loot - The Notorious B.I.G.
[Intro:]
Yeah. Motherf_ckers better know... huh, huh. Lock your windows,
close your doors. Biggie Smalls, huh...yeah.
[Verse One:]
My man Inf left a Tec and a nine at my crib
Turned himself in, he had to do a bid
A one-to-three, he be home the end of '93
I'm ready to get this paper, G, you with me?
Motherf_cking right, my pocket's looking kind of tight
and I'm stressed, yo Biggie let me get the vest
No need for that, just grab the f_cking gat
The first pocket that's fat the Tec is to his back
Word is bond, I'm a smoke him yo don't fake no moves (what?)
Treat it like boxing: stick and move, stick and move
N_gga, you ain't got to explain sh_t
I've been robbin motherf_ckers since the slave ships
with the same clip and the same four-five
Two point-blank, a motherf_cker's sure to die
That's my word, n_gga even try to bogart
have his mother singing "It's so hard..."
Yes, love love you're f_cking attitude
because the n_gga play p_ssy that's the n_gga that's getting screwed
and bruised up from the pistol whipping
webs on the neck from the necklace stripping
Then I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing b_tches too
up the herring bones and bamboos
I wouldn't give f_ck if you're pregnant
Give me the baby rings and a #1 MOM pendant
I'm slamming n_ggaz like Shaquille, sh_t is real
When it's time to eat a meal I rob and steal
'cos Mom Duke ain't giving me sh_t
so for the bread and b_tter I leave n_ggaz in the gutter
Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous
Crazier than a bag of f_cking Angel Dust
When I bust my gat motherf_ckers take dirt naps
I'm all that and a dime sack, where the payback?
[Verse Two:]
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
and I'm shooting n_ggaz quick if you hiccup
Don't let me fill my clip up in your back and head piece
The opposite of peace sending Mom Duke a wreath
You're talking to the robbery expert
Stepping to your wake with your blood on my shirt
Don't be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant
'cos when I lick shots the sh_ts is persistent
Huh, goodness gracious the papers
Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
N_gga, pass that before you get your grave dug
from the main thug, .357 slug
And my n_gga Biggie got an itchy one grip
One in the chamber, 32 in the clip
Motherf_ckers better strip, yeah n_gga peel
before you find out how blue steel feel
from the Beretta, putting all the holes in your sweater
The money getter motherf_ckers don't have better
Rolex watches and colourful Swatches
I'm digging in pockets, motherf_ckers can't stop it
Man, n_ggaz come through I'm taking high school rings too
B_tches get stripped down for they earrings and bangles
and when I rock her and drop her I'm taking her door knockers
And if she's resistant "baka! baka! baka!"
So go get your man b_tch he can get robbed too
Tell him Biggie took it, what the f_ck he gonna do?
I hope apologetic or I'm a have to set it
and if I set it the cocks_cker won't forget it
[Verse Three:]
Man, listen all this walking is hurting my feet
But money looks sweet (where at?) in the Isuzu jeep
Man, I throw him in the Beem, you grab the f_cking C.R.E.A.M
and if he start to scream "bam! bam!", have a nice dream
Hold up, he got a f_cking b_tch in the car
Fur coats and diamonds, she thinks she a superstar
Ooh Biggie, let me jack her, I kick her in the back
Hit her with the gat...
Yo chill, Shorty, let me do that...
Just get the f_cking car keys and cruise up the block
The b_tch act shocked, gettin shot on the spot
(Oh sh_t! The cops!) Be cool, fool
They ain't gonna roll up, all they want is f_cking doughnuts
(So why the f_ck he keep lookin?) I guess to get his life tooken
I just came home, ain't trying to see Central Booking
Oh sh_t, now he lookin in my face
You better haul ass 'cos I ain't with no f_cking chase
So lace up your boots, 'cos I'm about to shoot
A true motherf_cker going out for the loot
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