Gimme the Loot

Yeah, mother****er better know

Lock your windows, close your doors

Biggie Smalls, huh, yeah

My man **** left a **** in a **** at my crib

Turned hisself in, he had to do a bid

A one-to-three, he'd be home at end of '93

I'm ready to get this paper, G, ya with me?

Right, my pockets lookin' kinda tight

And I'm stressed, yo Biggie lemme get the vest

No need for that, just grab the ***

The first pocket that's fat, the **** is to his back

Word is bong, I'ma smoke him, yo don't fake no moves

What?

Treat it like boxing, stick and move, stick ***

You ain't got to explain ***

I've been robbin' mother******* since the slave ships

With the same clip and the same ***

Two point blank, a mother****** sure to die

That's my word, ***er even try to pull guard

Have his mother singin', it's so hard

Yes love, love your ****in' attitude

Because the **** play ****, that's the **** gettin' screwed

And bruised up from the **** whippin'

Welts on the neck from the necklace drippin'

Then I'm dippin' up the block and I'm robbin' **** too

Up to herringbones and bamboos

I wouldn't give a **** if you ***

You're made of baby rings and a #1 Mom pendant

I slam in **** like Shaquille, sh** is real

When it's time to eat a meal, I rob and steal

'Cause Mom Duke ain't giving me sh**

So for the bread and butter, I leave **** in the gutter

Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous

Crazier than a bag of ******' angel dust

When I bust my **** mother******* take dirt naps

I'm all that and a dime sack, where the paper at?

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 shootin' **** quick if you hiccup

Don't let me throw my clip up

In your back and headpiece

The opposite of peace

Sending Mom Duke a wreath

You're talking to the robbery expert

Step into your wake with your blood on my shirt

Don't be a jerk and get smoked over bein' resistant

'Cause when I lick **** , this **** is persistent

Goodness gracious, the papers

Where the cash at, where the stash at?

**** pass that

Before you get your grave dug from the main thug

*** slug and my **** , **** the itchy one grips

Huh, one in the chamber, thirty-two in the clip

Mother****** better strip

Yeah **** peel

Before you find out how blue steel feel

Round up ****, puttin' all the holes in your sweater

The money-getter, mothe****** gonna better

Rolex watches, the colorful swatches

I'm diggin' in pockets, mother****** can't stop it

Man, come through, I'm taking high school rings too

This **** for the earrings and bangles

And when I rock her and drop her, I'm taking her door knockers

And if she's resistent, bawka, bawka, bawka

So go get you man **** and he can get robbed too

Tell him Biggie took it, what the **** you gonna do?

I hope apologetic, or I'ma have to said it

And if I said it, the **** sucka 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 walkin' is hurtin' my feet

Who money look sweet?

Where at?

In the Isuzu jeep

Man, I throw him in the fiend, you go in and grab ******' green

And if he start to scream, bom-blom, have a nice dream

Hol' up, he got a **** mink coat in the car

Fur coats and diamonds, she think she a superstar

Ooh Biggie, lemme jack her

I'll kick her in the back, hit her with the gat

Chill shorty, let me do that

Just get the ****** car keys and cruise up the block

The **** act shocked, gettin' shot on the spot

Oh ****, the cops!

Be cool fool, they ain't gonna roll up

All the want is ******'donuts

So why the **** he keep lookin'?

I guess to get his life tooken

I just came home, ain't tryna see central booking

Oh ****, now he looking at my face

You better haul **** 'cause I ain't with no ****** chase

So lace up your boots, 'cause I'm about to shoot

A true mother****** goin' out for the loot