Notorious B.I.G. - Gimme The Loot Lyrics
Intro:Yeah. mother*****ers 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 cribTurned himself in, he had to do a bidA one-to-three, he be home the end of 93Im ready to get this paper, g, you with me?Mother*****ing right, my pockets looking kind of tightAnd Im stressed, yo biggie let me get the vestNo need for that, just grab the *****ing gatThe first pocket thats fat the tec is to his backWord is bond, Im a smoke him yo dont fake no moves (what? )Treat it like boxing: stick and move, stick and moveNigga, you aint got to explain shitIve been robbin mother*****ers since the slave shipsWith the same clip and the same four-fiveTwo point-blank, a mother*****ers sure to dieThats my word, nigga even try to bogartHave his mother singing its so hard...Yes, love love youre *****ing attitudeBecause the nigga play ***** thats the nigga thats getting screwedAnd bruised up from the pistol whippingWebs on the neck from the necklace strippingThen Im dipping up the block and Im robbing *****es tooUp the herring bones and bamboosI wouldnt give ***** if youre pregnantGive me the baby rings and a #1 mom pendantIm slamming niggaz like shaquille, shit is realWhen its time to eat a meal I rob and stealcos mom duke aint giving me shitSo for the bread and butter I leave niggaz in the gutterHuh, word to mother, Im dangerousCrazier than a bag of *****ing angel dustWhen I bust my gat mother*****ers take dirt napsIm all that and a dime sack, where the paper at?Verse two:Big up, big up, its a stick up, stick upAnd Im shooting niggaz quick if you hiccupDont let me fill my clip up in your back and head pieceThe opposite of peace sending mom duke a wreathYoure talking to the robbery expertStepping to your wake with your blood on my shirtDont be a jerk and get smoked over being resistantcos when I lick shots the shits is persistentHuh, goodness gracious the papersWhere the cash at? where the stash at?Nigga, pass that before you get your grave dugFrom the main thug, .357 slugAnd my nigga biggie got an itchy one gripOne in the chamber, 32 in the clipMother*****ers better strip, yeah nigga peelBefore you find out how blue steel feelFrom the beretta, putting all the holes in your sweaterThe money getter mother*****ers dont have betterRolex watches and colourful swatchesIm digging in pockets, mother*****ers cant stop itMan, niggaz come through Im taking high school rings too*****es get stripped down for they earrings and banglesAnd when I rock her and drop her Im taking her door knockersAnd if shes resistant baka! baka! baka!So go get your man ***** he can get robbed tooTell him biggie took it, what the ***** he gonna do?I hope apologetic or Im a have to set itAnd if I set it the *****sucker wont forget itVerse three:Man, listen all this walking is hurting my feetBut money looks sweet (where at? ) in the isuzu jeepMan, I throw him in the beem, you grab the *****ing c.r.e.a.mAnd if he start to scream bam! bam!, have a nice dreamHold up, he got a *****ing ***** in the carFur coats and diamonds, she thinks she a superstarOoh biggie, let me jack her, I kick her in the backHit her with the gat...Yo chill, shorty, let me do that...Just get the *****ing car keys and cruise up the blockThe ***** act shocked, gettin shot on the spot(oh shit! the cops!) be cool, foolThey aint gonna roll up, all they want is *****ing doughnuts(so why the ***** he keep lookin? ) I guess to get his life tookenI just came home, aint trying to see central bookingOh shit, now he lookin in my faceYou better haul ass cos I aint with no *****ing chaseSo lace up your boots, cos Im about to shootA true mother*****er going out for the loot
