The Notorious B.I.G. – Gimme the Loot

The Notorious B.I.G. – Gimme the Loot Lyrics

Artist: The Notorious B.I.G.
Song: Gimme the Loot

Yeah, m#th*rf#ck*rs 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 him self 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?
Motherf#ckin’ right, my pockets lookin’ kinda tight

And I’m stressed
Yo, Biggie let me get the vest
No need for that, just grab the f#ckin’ 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 boxin’, stick and move, stick and move
n#gg#, you ain’t got to explain sh#t
I’ve been robbin’ m#th*rf#ck*rs since the slave ships

With the same clip and the same four-five
Two point blank, a m#th*rf#ck*r sure to die
That’s my word, n#gg# even try to bogard
Have his mother singin’, “It’s so hard”

Yes, love, love your f#ckin’ attitude
Because the n#gg# play p#ss#
That’s the n#gg# that’s gettin’ screwed
And bruised up from the pistol whippin

‘
Welts on the neck from the necklace strippin’
Then I’m dippin’ up the block and I’m robbin’ b#tches, too
Up the herringbones and bamboos

I wouldn’t give a f#ck if you’re tnangerp
Give me the baby rings and the #1 Mom pendant
I’m slammin’ n#gg#s like Shaquille, sh#t is real
When it’s time to eat a meal I rob and steal

‘Cause mom duke ain’t givin’ me shi
T
So for the bread and butter, I leave n#gg#s in the gutter
Huh, word to mother, I’m dangerous

Crazier than a bag of f#ckin’ angel dust
When I bust my gat, m#th*rf#ck*rs take dirt naps
I’m all that and a dime sack,
Where the paper at?

When he’s stickin’ you and takin’ all of your money
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I’m a bad, bad, bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I’m a bad, bad, bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I’m a bad, bad, bad)

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I’m a bad, bad, bad)
(What’s mines is mines and what’s yours is mine)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I’m a bad, bad, bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I’m a bad, bad, bad)

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I’m a bad, bad, bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I’m a bad, bad, bad)
(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 shootin’ n#gg#s quick if ya hiccup
Don’t let me fill my clip up in ya back and headpiece
The opposite of peace, sendin’ mom duke a wreath
You’re talkin’ to the robbery expert

Step into your wake with your blood on my shirt
Don’t be a jerk and get smoked over bein’ resistant
‘Cause when I lick shots them sh#ts is persistent
Goodness gracious, the papers

Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
n#gg#, pass that
Before you get your grave dug from the main thug
Three fifty-seven slug

And my n#gg# Biggie got a itchy one grip
One in the chamber, thirty-two in the clip
m#th*rf#ck*rs better strip, (Yeah, n#gg#, peel!)
Before you find out how blue steel feel

From the Beretta, puttin’ all the holes in ya sweater
The money-getter, m#th*rf#ck*rs don’t know better
Rolex watches
And colorful Swatches

I’m diggin’ in pockets, m#th*rf#ck*rs can’t stop it
Man, n#gg#s come through, I’m takin’ high school rings too
b#tches get *********
For their earrings and bangles

And when I rock her and drop her, I’m taking her door knockers
And if she’s resistant: blakka, blakka, blakka
So go get your man, b#tch, he can get robbed, too
Tell him Biggie took it, what the f#ck 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 b#tch, hey b#tch, gimme your money b#tch (When he’s stickin’ you and takin’ all your money)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I’m a bad, bad, bad)

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I’m a bad, bad, bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I’m a bad, bad, bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I’m a bad, bad, bad)
(What’s mines is mines and what’s yours is mine)

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I’m a bad, bad, bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I’m a bad, bad, bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I’m a bad, bad, bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I’m a bad, bad, bad)

(What’s mines is mines and what’s yours is mine)
Man listen, all this walkin’ is hurtin’ my feet
Ooh, money looks sweet
Where at? In the Isuzu Jeep

Man, I throw him in the fiend you grab the f#cking cream
And if he start to scream, bom-bom, have a nice dream
Hold up, he got a f#cking b#tch in the car
Fur coats and diamonds, she think she a superstar

Ooh, Biggie let me jack her, I’ll kick her in the back
Hit her with the gat
Yo, chill, shorty, let me do that
Just get the f#cking car keys and cruise up the block

The b#tch act shocked getting shot on the spot
Oh sh#t, the cops
Be cool, fool
They ain’t gonna roll up, all they want is f#cking doughnuts

So why the f#ck he keep looking?
I guess to get his life tooken
I just came home, ain’t trying to see Central Booking
Oh sh#t, now he looking in my face

You better haul #ss ’cause I ain’t with no f#cking chase
So lace up your boots, ’cause I’m about to shoot
A true m#th*rf#ck*r going out for the loot
Take that m#th*rf#ck*rs
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Release Year: 1994