Notorious B. I. G. - Gimme The Loot lyrics

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Intro:<br><br>Yeah. motherfuckers better know... huh, huh. lock your windows,<br>Close your doors. biggie smalls, huh...yeah.<br><br>Verse one:<br><br>My man inf left a tec and a nine at my crib<br>Turned himself in, he had to do a bid<br>A one-to-three, he be home the end of '93<br>I'm ready to get this paper, g, you with me? <br><br>Motherfucking right, my pocket's looking kind of tight<br>And I'm stressed, yo biggie let me get the vest<br><br>No need for that, just grab the fucking gat<br>The first pocket that's fat the tec is to his back<br>Word is bond, I'm a smoke him yo don't fake no moves (what? )<br>Treat it like boxing: stick and move, stick and move<br><br>Nigga, you ain't got to explain shit<br>I've been robbin motherfuckers since the slave ships<br>With the same clip and the same four-five<br>Two point-blank, a motherfucker's sure to die<br>That's my word, nigga even try to bogart<br>Have his mother singing it's so hard...<br><br>Yes, love love you're fucking attitude<br>Because the nigga play pussy that's the nigga that's getting screwed<br>And bruised up from the pistol whipping<br>Webs on the neck from the necklace stripping<br>Then I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing bitches too<br>Up the herring bones and bamboos<br>I wouldn't give fuck if you're pregnant<br>Give me the baby rings and a #1 mom pendant<br><br>I'm slamming niggaz like shaquille, shit is real<br>When it's time to eat a meal I rob and steal<br>'cos mom duke ain't giving me shit<br>So for the bread and butter I leave niggaz in the gutter<br>Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous<br>Crazier than a bag of fucking angel dust<br>When I bust my gat motherfuckers take dirt naps<br>I'm all that and a dime sack, where the paper at? <br><br>Verse two:<br><br>Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up<br>And I'm shooting niggaz quick if you hiccup<br>Don't let me fill my clip up in your back and head piece<br>The opposite of peace sending mom duke a wreath<br>You're talking to the robbery expert<br>Stepping to your wake with your blood on my shirt<br>Don't be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant<br>'cos when I lick shots the shits is persistent<br><br>Huh, goodness gracious the papers<br>Where the cash at? where the stash at? <br>Nigga, pass that before you get your grave dug<br>From the main thug, .357 slug<br>And my nigga biggie got an itchy one grip<br><br>One in the chamber, 32 in the clip<br>Motherfuckers better strip, yeah nigga peel<br>Before you find out how blue steel feel<br><br>From the beretta, putting all the holes in your sweater<br>The money getter motherfuckers don't have better<br>Rolex watches and colourful swatches<br>I'm digging in pockets, motherfuckers can't stop it<br><br>Man, niggaz come through I'm taking high school rings too<br>Bitches get stripped down for they earrings and bangles<br>And when I rock her and drop her I'm taking her door knockers<br>And if she's resistant baka! baka! baka!<br><br>So go get your man bitch he can get robbed too<br><br>Tell him biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do? <br><br>I hope apologetic or I'm a have to set it<br>And if I set it the cocksucker won't forget it<br><br>Verse three:<br><br>Man, listen all this walking is hurting my feet<br>But money looks sweet (where at? ) in the isuzu jeep<br><br>Man, I throw him in the beem, you grab the fucking c.r.e.a.m<br>And if he start to scream bam! bam!, have a nice dream<br>Hold up, he got a fucking bitch in the car<br>Fur coats and diamonds, she thinks she a superstar<br><br>Ooh biggie, let me jack her, I kick her in the back<br>Hit her with the gat...<br><br>Yo chill, shorty, let me do that...<br>Just get the fucking car keys and cruise up the block<br>The bitch act shocked, gettin shot on the spot<br>(oh shit! the cops!) be cool, fool<br>They ain't gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts<br>(so why the fuck he keep lookin? ) I guess to get his life tooken<br>I just came home, ain't trying to see central booking<br>Oh shit, now he lookin in my face<br>You better haul ass 'cos I ain't with no fucking chase<br>So lace up your boots, 'cos I'm about to shoot<br>A true motherfucker going out for the loot