Gimme the Loot (2005 Remaster)

Yeah

Motherf**kers better know huh huh

Lock your windows close your doors

Biggie Smalls huh yeah

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 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

What

Treat it like boxingstick and move stick and move

Ni**a you ain't got to explain sht

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 ni**a even try to bogart

Have his mother singing it's so hard

Yes Love love your f**king attitude

Because the ni**a play p**sy that's the ni**a 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 b**ches 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 n***az like Shaquille sht is real

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

Cause mom duke ain't giving me sht

So for the bread and butter I leave n***az 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

But he's sticking you and taking all of your money

Gimme the loot gimme the loot

I'm a bad bad boy

Gimme the loot gimme the loot

I'm a bad bad boy

Gimme the loot gimme the loot

I'm a bad bad boy

Gimme the loot gimme the loot

I'm a bad bad boy

Gimme the loot gimme the loot

I'm a bad bad boy

Gimme the loot gimme the loot

I'm a bad bad boy

Gimme the loot gimme the loot

I'm a bad bad boy

Gimme the loot gimme the loot

I'm a bad bad boy

Big up big up it's a stick up stick up

And I'm shooting n***az 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 s**ts is persistent

Huh goodness gracious the papers

Where the cash at Where the stash at

Ni**a pass that before you get your grave dug

From the main thug 357 slug

And my ni**a Biggie got an itchy one grip

One in the chamber 32 in the clip

Motherf**kers better strip yeah ni**a 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

B**ches 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 b**ch 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

But he's sticking you and taking all of your money

Gimme the loot gimme the loot

I'm a bad bad boy

Gimme the loot gimme the loot

I'm a bad bad boy

Gimme the loot gimme the loot

I'm a bad bad boy

Gimme the loot gimme the loot

I'm a bad bad boy

Gimme the loot gimme the loot

I'm a bad bad boy

Gimme the loot gimme the loot

I'm a bad bad boy

Gimme the loot gimme the loot

I'm a bad bad boy

Gimme the loot gimme the loot

I'm a bad bad boy

Man listen all this walking is hurting my feet

But money looks sweet

Where at

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 b**ch 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 b**ch act shocked gettin shot on the spot

Oh sht 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 sht now he lookin in my face

You better haul a** 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