Notorious B.I.G. › Lyrics › Gimme the Loot

Yeah, m************ 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-two-three, he be home at the end of '93
I'm ready to get this paper, G, you with me?

Motherfuckin' right, my pocket's lookin' kind of tight
And I'm stressed, yo, Biggie, let me get the vest
No need for that, just grab the f*****' gat
The first pocket that's fat, the tec is to his back

Word is bond, I'ma 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 s***
I've been robbin' m************ since the slave ships

With the same clip and the same four-five
Two point-blank, a m***********'s sure to die
That's my word, nigga even try to Bogart
Have his mother singin', "It's so hard"

Yes, love, love you're f*****' attitude
Because the nigga play pussy that's the nigga that's gettin' screwed
And bruised up from the pistol whippin'
Webs on the neck from the necklace strippin'

Then I'm dippin' up the block and I'm robbin' b****** too
Up the herring bones and bamboos
I wouldn't give a f*** if you're pregnant
Give me the baby rings and a number one mom pendant

I'm slammin' niggaz like Shaquille, s*** is real
When it's time to eat a meal I rob and steal
'Cos Mom Duke ain't givin' me s***
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*****' Angel Dust
When I bust my gat, m************ take dirt naps
I'm all that and a dime sack, where the payback?

When he's stickin' you and takin' all your money
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot, I'm a bad boy
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot, I'm a bad boy
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot, I'm a bad boy

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot, I'm a bad boy
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot, I'm a bad boy
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot, I'm a bad boy
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot

Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
And I'm shootin' 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 talkin' to the robbery expert
Steppin' 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 s**** 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
M************ better strip, yeah, nigga peel
Before you find out how blue steel feel

From the Beretta, puttin' all the holes in your sweater
The money getter m************ don't have better
Rolex watches and colourful Swatches
I'm diggin' in pockets, m************ can't stop it

Man, niggaz come through I'm takin' high school rings too
B****** get stripped down for they earrings and bangles
And when I rock her and drop her I'm takin' her door knockers
And if she's resistant, baka, baka, baka

So go get your man b****, he can get robbed too
Tell him Biggie took it, what the f*** he gonna do?
I hope apologetic or I'ma have to set it
And if I set it, the c********* won't forget it

When he's stickin' you and takin' all your money
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot, I'm a bad boy
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot, I'm a bad boy
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot, I'm a bad boy

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot, I'm a bad boy
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot, I'm a bad boy
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot, I'm a bad boy
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot

Man, listen all this walkin' is hurtin' my feet
Her money looks sweet in the Isuzu jeep

Man, I throw him in the Beem, you grab the f*****' C.R.E.A.M.
And if he start to scream, bam, bam, have a nice dream
Hold up, he got a f*****' b**** 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*****' car keys and cruise up the block
The b**** act shocked, gettin' shot on the spot

Oh s***, the cops, be cool, fool
They ain't gonna roll up, all they want is f*****' doughnuts
So why the f*** he keep lookin'? I guess to get his life token
I just came home, ain't tryin' to see Central Booking

Oh s***, now he lookin' in my face
You better haul ass 'cos I ain't with no f*****' chase
So lace up your boots, 'cos I'm about to shoot
A true m*********** goin' out for the loot

Take that m************