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

Yeah, motherfuckers 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 fuckin' 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 shit
I've been robbin' motherfuckers since the slave ships

With the same clip and the same four-five
Two point-blank, a motherfucker'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 fuckin' 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' bitches too
Up the herring bones and bamboos
I wouldn't give a fuck if you're pregnant
Give me the baby rings and a number one mom pendant

I'm slammin' niggaz like Shaquille, shit is real
When it's time to eat a meal I rob and steal
'Cos Mom Duke ain't givin' 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 fuckin' Angel Dust
When I bust my gat, motherfuckers 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 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, puttin' all the holes in your sweater
The money getter motherfuckers don't have better
Rolex watches and colourful Swatches
I'm diggin' in pockets, motherfuckers can't stop it

Man, niggaz come through I'm takin' high school rings too
Bitches 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 bitch, he can get robbed too
Tell him Biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do?
I hope apologetic or I'ma have to set it
And if I set it, the cocksucker 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 fuckin' C.R.E.A.M.
And if he start to scream, bam, bam, have a nice dream
Hold up, he got a fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' doughnuts
So why the fuck he keep lookin'? I guess to get his life token
I just came home, ain't tryin' to see Central Booking

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

Take that motherfuckers