Gimme The Loot (Album Version)

Yeah

Motherf**kers better know huh, huh

Lock your windows, close your doors

Biggie Smalls, huh yeah

Scratching 'I' m a bad, bad, boy

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**king right,
My pocket's looking kind of tight
And I'm stressed,
You Biggie let me get the vest
No need for that,
Just grab the f**king gat
The first pocket that's
Fat the Tec is to his back
Word is bond, I'm a smoke him
You don't fake no moves
Treat it like boxing stick and move,
Stick and move
Nigga , you ain't got to explain shit
I've been robbing motherf**kers
Since the slave ships

With the same clip and the same four-five

Two point-blank, a motherf**ker's sure to die
That's my word, nigga even try to bogart
Have his mother singing 'It's so hard'

Yes Love, love your f* *king attitude
Because the nigga play pussy
That's the nigga that's getting screwed
And bruised up from the pistol whipping
Welts on the neck from the necklace stripping
Then I'm dipping up the block
And I'm robbing bitches too
Up the herring bones and bamboos
I wouldn't give f**k if you're pregnant
Give me the baby rings and a 1 MOM pendant
I'm slamming niggaz like Shaquille, shit is real

When it's time to eat a meal I rob and steal
Cause Mom Duke ain't giving me shit
So bored of bread
And butter I leave niggaz in the gutter
Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous

Crazier than a bag of f**king Angel Dust
When I bust my gat motherf**kers take dirt naps
I'm all that and a dime sack,
Where the paper at?

Sample But he's sticking you,
And taking all of your money
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
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Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
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Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
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Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
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Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
And taking all of your money
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot

Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
And I' m shooting niggaz 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
Cause when I lick shots the shits is persistent

Huh, goodness gracious the papers
Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
Nigga, pass that before you get your grave dug
From the main thug, 357 slug
And my nigga Biggie got an itchy one grip
One in the chamber, 32 in the clip

Motherf**kers better strip, yeah nigga peel
Before you find out how blue steel feel
From the Beretta,

Putting all the holes in your sweater
The money getter motherf**kers don't have better
Rolex watches and colourful Swatches
I'm digging in pockets,
Motherf**kers can't stop it
Man, niggaz come through
I' m taking high school rings too
Bitches get strangled 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
Bitch he can get robbed too
Tell him Biggie took it,
What the f**k he gonna do?
I hope apologetic or
I'm a have to set it
And if I set it the cocksucker won't forget it

Sample 'But he's sticking you,
And taking all of your money
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
And taking all of your money
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
And taking all of your money
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
And taking all of your money
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
And taking all of your money
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
And taking all of your money
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
And taking all of your money
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
And taking all of your money
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot

Man, listen all this walking is hurting my feet
But money looks sweet in the Isuzu jeep
Man, I throw him in the Beem,
You grab the f**king C.R.E.A.M
And if he start to scream ' bam! bam!',
Have a nice dream
Hold up, he got a f**king bitch 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**king car keys
And cruise up the block
The bitch act shocked, gettin shot on the spot
Oh shit! The cops! Be cool, fool
They ain't gonna roll up,
All they want is f**king doughnuts
So why the f**k he keep lookin?
I guess to get his life tooken
I just came home,
Ain't trying to see Central Booking
Oh shit, now he lookin in my face
You better haul ass cause
I ain't with no f**king chase
So lace up your boots, cause I'm about to shoot
A true motherf**ker going out for the loot