Gimme The Loot Lyrics

Yeah, motherf**kers 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**king 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**king 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
Nigga, you ain't got to explain shit
I've been robbin' 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, you're f**king attitude
Because the nigga play pus*y that's the nigga 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 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 number one mom pendant

I'm slamming niggaz like Shaquille, shit is real
When it's time to eat a meal I rob and steal
'Cos Mom Duke ain't giving me shit
So for the 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 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 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
'Cos when I lick shots the shits is persistent

Huh, goodness gracious the papers
Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
Nigga, pa*s 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, thirty-two 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 colorful 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 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, 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 cocks*cker 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**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 token
I just came home, ain't trying to see Central Booking
Oh shit, now he lookin' in my face

You better haul a*s, 'cos I ain't with no f**king chase
So lace up your boots, 'cos I'm about to shoot
A true motherf**ker going out for the loot

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