Gimme The Loot
(专辑: Ready To Die - 1994)
Yeah. Motherfuckers better know... huh, huh I'm a
bad bad bad Lock your windows, close your doors Biggie Smalls Huh...yeah I'm a
bad bad bad My man Inf left a
Tec and a
nine at my crib Turned hisself 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? Motherfucking 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
fucking Gat The
first pocket that's fat the
Tec is to his back Word is bond, I'mma smoke him yo don't fake no moves (what?) Treat it like boxing: stick and move, stick and move Nigga, you ain't got to explain shit I've been robbing motherfuckers since the
slave ships With the
same clip and the
same .45 Two point-blank, a
motherfucker sure to die That's my word, nigga even try to bogart Have his mother singing "It's so hard..." Yes, love, love your fucking attitude Because the
nigga play pussy that's the
nigga 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 bitches too Up the
herring bones and bamboos I
wouldn't give a
fuck if you're pregnant Give me the
baby rings and the
number one Mom pendant I'm slamming niggas like Shaquille, shit is real When it's time to eat a
meal I
rob and steal 'Cause mom dukes ain't giving me shit So for the
bread and butter I
leave niggas in the
gutter Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous Crazier than a
bag of fucking angel dust When I
bust my Gat motherfuckers take dirt naps I'm all that and a
dime sack, where the
paper at? When he's sticking you and taking all of your money Gimme the
loot, gimme the
loot! (I'm a
bad, bad man) Gimme the
loot, gimme the
loot! (I'm a
bad, bad man) Gimme the
loot, gimme the
loot! (I'm a
bad, bad man) Gimme the
loot, gimme the
loot! (I'm a
bad, bad man) (What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine) Gimme the
loot, gimme the
loot! (I'm a
bad, bad man) Gimme the
loot, gimme the
loot! (I'm a
bad, bad man) Gimme the
loot, gimme the
loot! (I'm a
bad, bad man) Gimme the
loot, gimme the
loot! (I'm a
bad, bad man) (What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine) Big up, big up, it's a
stick up, stick up And I'm shooting niggas 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 Step into 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
shits is persistent Huh, goodness gracious the
papers Where the
cash at? Where the
stash at? Nigga, pass 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, 32 in the
clip Motherfuckers 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 motherfuckers don't know better Rolex watches and colourful Swatches I'm digging in pockets, motherfuckers can't stop it Man, niggas come through I'm taking high school rings too Bitches get strangled for their 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
fuck he gonna do? Man I
hope apologetic or I'm a
have to set it And if I
set it the
cocksucker won't forget it Hey bitch, hey bitch, gimme your money bitch (when he's sticking you and taking all your money) Gimme the
loot, gimme the
loot! (I'm a
bad, bad man) Gimme the
loot, gimme the
loot! (I'm a
bad, bad man) Gimme the
loot, gimme the
loot! (I'm a
bad, bad man) Gimme the
loot, gimme the
loot! (I'm a
bad, bad man) (What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine) Gimme the
loot, gimme the
loot! (I'm a
bad, bad man) Gimme the
loot, gimme the
loot! (I'm a
bad, bad man) Gimme the
loot, gimme the
loot! (I'm a
bad, bad man) Gimme the
loot, gimme the
loot! (I'm a
bad, bad man) (What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine) Man, listen all this walking is hurting my feet Ooh money looks sweet (where?) in the
Isuzu jeep Man, I
throw him in the
Beem, you grab the
fucking cream And if he start to scream "bam! bam!", have a
nice dream Hold up, he got a
fucking 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
fucking car keys and cruise up the
block The
bitch act shocked, getting shot on the
spot (Oh shit! The
cops!) Be cool, fool They ain't gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts (So why the
fuck he keep looking?) I
guess to get his life tooken I
just came home, ain't trying to see central booking Oh shit, now he looking in my face You better haul ass 'cause I
ain't with no fucking chase So lace up your boots, 'cause I'm about to shoot A
true motherfucker going out for the
loot Take that motherfuckers