Gimme the Loot
B.I.G Lyrics

Yeah, mothafuckas better know
It's important for everyone to understand

I'm a bad bad bad
I have a dangerous reputation

Lock your windows, close your doors
Secure your surroundings to protect yourself

Biggie Smalls
That's who I am, Biggie Smalls

My man Inf left a TEC and a 9 at my crib
My friend Inf left me a gun at my place

Turned his self in, he had to do a bid
He surrendered himself and is serving a prison sentence

A 1-to-3, he be home the end of '93
He'll be released by the end of 1993 after serving 1 to 3 years

I'm ready to get this paper, G: you with me?
I'm prepared to make money, are you ready to join me?

Motherfucking right, my pockets looking kinda tight
Absolutely, I'm low on cash right now

And I'm stressed
It's causing me anxiety

Yo, Biggie let me get the vest
Biggie, can I borrow the bulletproof vest?

No need for that, just grab the fucking gat
Don't worry about the vest, just take the gun

The first pocket that's fat, the TEC is to his back
When you see someone with a bulging pocket, approach them from behind with the gun

Word is bond, I'ma smoke him, yo, don't fake no moves (what?)
I promise, I will shoot him, so don't make any sudden or false actions

Treat it like boxing, stick and move, stick and move
Approach it like a boxing match, quickly strike and evade

Nigga, you ain't got to explain shit
You don't need to justify anything to me

I've been robbing motherfuckas since the slave ships
I've been stealing from people for a long time

With the same clip and the same .45
Using the same gun and ammunition

Two point blank, a motherfucker sure to die
Two shots fired from close range will surely kill someone

That's my word, nigga even try to bogart
I promise, if someone attempts to dominate or take control

Have his mother singing, "it's so hard"
His mother will mourn his death

Yes, love, love your fucking attitude
I appreciate your aggressive attitude

Because the nigga play pussy, that's the nigga that's getting screwed
If someone acts weak, they'll be taken advantage of

And bruised up from the pistol whipping
They'll be physically harmed from being hit with the gun

Welts on the neck from the necklace stripping
They'll have marks on their neck from forcefully removing their necklace

Then I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing bitches too
I'll quickly flee the area and also steal from women

Up the herringbones and bamboos
Taking valuable jewelry like herringbone and bamboo chains

I wouldn't give a fuck if you're pregnant
I don't care if you're pregnant

Give me the baby rings and the #1 Mom pendant
Hand over the rings for the baby and the pendant for the best mom

I'm slamming niggas like Shaquille, shit is real
I'm physically overpowering people like Shaquille O'Neal, it's serious

When it's time to eat a meal, I rob and steal
When I need to make money, I resort to robbery and theft

'Cause mom dukes ain't giving me shit
Because my mother isn't providing me with anything

So for the bread and butter I leave niggas in the gutter
To secure my basic needs, I exploit others and leave them in a desperate state

Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous
I swear on my mother, I'm a threat

Crazier than a bag of fucking angel dust
I'm more mentally unstable than a bag of angel dust (a powerful drug)

When I bust my gat, mothafuckas take dirt naps
When I shoot my gun, people end up dead

I'm all that, and a dime sack, where the paper at?
I'm superior and also have a small bag of drugs, but I want money

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
Give me the money, give me the money (I'm a dangerous person)

(What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine)
I believe what is mine belongs to me, and what is yours also belongs to me

Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
Shoutout, shoutout, it's a robbery, robbery

And I'm shooting niggas quick if ya hiccup
I'll shoot people immediately if they make a small mistake

Don't let me fill my clip up in ya back and headpiece
Don't make me load my gun and shoot you in the back and head

The opposite of peace, sending mom duke a wreath
Violence instead of harmony, resulting in sending a funeral wreath to my mother

You're talking to the robbery expert
You're speaking to someone highly experienced in robbery

Step into your wake with your blood on my shirt
I attend your funeral with your blood stains on my clothing

Don't be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant
Don't act tough and get killed for resisting

'Cause when I lick shots, them shits is persistent
Because when I fire my gun, the bullets keep coming without giving up

Goodness gracious, the papers!
Oh my goodness, the money!

Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
Where is the money? Where is it hidden?

Nigga pass that
Hand that over

Before you get your grave dug from the main thug .357 slug
Before I shoot you with my powerful .357 caliber bullet and bury you

And my nigga Biggie got a itchy one grip
And my friend Biggie has an itchy trigger finger

One in the chamber, thirty-two in the clip
One bullet ready to fire, thirty-two more in the magazine

Motherfuckas better strip, (yeah nigga, peel)
People should quickly remove their clothes (yes, take them off)

Before you find out how blue steel feel
Before you experience the pain of being shot

From the Beretta, putting all the holes in ya sweater
From my Beretta pistol, creating bullet holes in your sweater

The money-getter, motherfuckas don't know better
The person who acquires money, people don't understand

Rolex watches and colorful Swatches
Expensive Rolex watches and vibrant Swatch watches

I'm digging in pockets, motherfuckas can't stop it
I'm reaching into people's pockets and no one can prevent it

Man niggas come through I'm taking high school rings too
When people come by, I'll also steal their high school rings

Bitches get strangled for their earrings and bangles
Women get choked for their earrings and bracelets

And when I rock her and drop her, I'm taking her doorknockers
When I sexually assault her and then abandon her, I'll steal her door knockers (large earrings)

And if she's resistant, blakka, blakka, blakka
And if she resists, I'll shoot multiple times

So go get your man bitch, he can get robbed too
Go find your male partner, he can also be robbed

Tell him Biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do?
Let him know that Biggie stole from him, what is he going to do about it?

Man I hope apologetic or I'm a have to set it
I hope he apologizes, or I'll have to take action

And if I set it, the cocksucker won't forget it
And if I take action, that bastard will remember it

Hey bitch, hey bitch, gimme your money bitch
Hey woman, hey woman, give me your money woman

(when he's sticking you and taking all your money)
(when he's threatening you and stealing all of your money)

Man listen, all this walking is hurting my feet
Listen, all this walking is causing me foot pain

Ooh money looks sweet
Oh, money looks enticing

Where?
Where is it?

In the Isuzu jeep
Inside the Isuzu jeep

Man, I throw him in the fiend you grab the fucking cream
I'll throw the driver out of the car, you grab the money

And if he start to scream, bom bom, have a nice dream
And if he starts screaming, I'll shoot him, have a pleasant dream

Hold up, he got a fucking bitch in the car
Wait a moment, there's a woman with him in the car

Fur coats and diamonds, she think she a superstar
She's wearing luxurious fur coats and diamonds, thinking she's a celebrity

Ooh Biggie let me jack her, I'll kick her in the back
Oh Biggie, let me rob her, I'll kick her in the back

Hit her with the gat
Shoot her with the gun

Yo chill shorty, let me do that
Hey calm down, let me handle that

Just get the fucking car keys and cruise up the block
Just take the car keys and drive away quickly

The bitch act shocked getting shot on the spot
The woman will be surprised when she gets shot immediately

Oh shit the cops
Oh no, the police

Be cool, fool
Stay calm, idiot

They ain't gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts
They won't come over, all they care about is eating doughnuts

So why the fuck he keep looking?
So why does he continue to search?

I guess to get his life tooken
I suppose he wants to risk his life

I just came home, ain't trying to see central booking
I just got released from jail, I don't want to go back

Oh shit, now he looking in my face
Oh no, now he's staring at me

You better haul ass cause I ain't with no fucking chase
You better run away because I don't want to chase you

So lace up your boots, 'cause I'm about to shoot
Prepare yourself, because I'm about to shoot

A true motherfucka going out for the loot
A real individual going out to steal

Take that motherfuckers
Take their possessions, bastards