Gimme The Loot Lyrics – Notorious B.I.G.
Singer: Notorious B.I.G.
Title: Gimme The Loot
Yeah, m#th*rf#ck*rs better know
Huh, huh, lock your windows, close your doors.
Biggie smalls, huh, yeah
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
Treat it like boxing, stick and move, stick and move
n#gg#, you ain’t got to explain sh#t
I’ve been robbin’ m#th*rf#ck*rs since the slave ships
With the same clip and the same four-five
Two point-blank, a m#th*rf#ck*r’s sure to die
That’s my word, n#gg# even try to Bogart
Have his mother singing “It’s so hard”
Yes, love, love, you’re f#cking attitude
Because the n#gg# play p#ss# that’s the n#gg# 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 number one mom pendant
I’m slamming n#gg#z 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 butter I leave n#gg#z in the gutter
Huh, word to mother, I’m dangerous
Crazier than a bag of f#cking Angel Dust
When I bust my gat m#th*rf#ck*rs take dirt naps
I’m all that and a dime sack, where the payback?
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
Big up, big up, it’s a stick up, stick up
And I’m shooting n#gg#z 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#gg#, pass that before you get your grave dug
From the main thug, 357 slug
And my n#gg# Biggie got an itchy one grip
One in the chamber, thirty-two in the clip
m#th*rf#ck*rs better strip, yeah, n#gg#, peel
Before you find out how blue steel feel
From the Beretta, putting all the holes in your sweater
The money getter, m#th*rf#ck*rs don’t have better
Rolex watches and colorful Swatches
I’m digging in pockets, m#th*rf#ck*rs can’t stop it
Man, n#gg#z 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 cocksucker won’t forget it
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
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#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 token
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 m#th*rf#ck*r going out for the loot
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