Biggie Smalls Gimme the Loot Lyrics

Gimme The Loot"

[Intro:]

Yeah. m_________ers better know... huh, huh. Lock your windows,
close your doors. Biggie Smalls, huh...yeah.

[Verse One:]

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?

m_________ing 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___ing 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 boxing: stick and move, stick and move

n____, you ain't got to explain s___
I've been robbin m_________ers since the slave ships
with the same clip and the same four-five
Two point-blank, a m_________er's sure to die
That's my word, n____ even try to bogart
have his mother singing "It's so hard..."

Yes, love love you're f___ing attitude
because the n____ play p____ that's the n____ that's getting screwed
and bruised up from the pistol whipping
webs on the neck from the necklace stripping
Then I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing b____es too
up the herring bones and bamboos
I wouldn't give f___ if you're pregnant
Give me the baby rings and a #1 MOM pendant

I'm slamming n____z like Shaquille, s___ is real
When it's time to eat a meal I rob and steal
'cos Mom Duke ain't giving me s___
so for the bread and b___er I leave n____z in the gutter
Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous
Crazier than a bag of f___ing Angel Dust
When I bust my gat m_________ers take dirt naps
I'm all that and a dime sack, where the payback?

[Verse Two:]

Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
and I'm shooting n____z 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
'cos when I lick shots the s___s is persistent

Huh, goodness gracious the papers
Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
n____, pass that before you get your grave dug
from the main thug, .357 slug
And my n____ Biggie got an itchy one grip

One in the chamber, 32 in the clip
m_________ers better strip, yeah n____ peel
before you find out how blue steel feel

from the Beretta, putting all the holes in your sweater
The money getter m_________ers don't have better
Rolex watches and colourful Swatches
I'm digging in pockets, m_________ers can't stop it

Man, n____z come through I'm taking high school rings too
b____es get stripped down 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____ he can get robbed too

Tell him Biggie took it, what the f___ he gonna do?

I hope apologetic or I'm a have to set it
and if I set it the c___sucker won't forget it

[Verse Three:]

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___ing C.R.E.A.M
and if he start to scream "bam! bam!", have a nice dream
Hold up, he got a f___ing 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___ing 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___ing doughnuts
(So why the f___ he keep lookin?) I guess to get his life tooken
I just came home, ain't trying to see Central Booking
Oh s___, now he lookin in my face
You better haul a__ 'cos I ain't with no f___ing chase
So lace up your boots, 'cos I'm about to shoot
A true m_________er going out for the loot