Gimme the Loot
Biggie Smalls Lyrics

Yeah, motherfuckers better know
Listen up, everyone should be aware

Huh, huh, lock your windows
Make sure your windows are secured

Close your doors
And don't forget to lock your doors

Biggie Smalls, huh, yeah
It's Biggie Smalls, yeah

My man Inf left a Tec and a nine at my crib
My friend Inf left a handgun and a semi-automatic rifle at my place

Turned himself in, he had to do a bid
He surrendered to the authorities and has to serve a prison sentence

A one-to-three, he be home the end of '93
He'll be released by the end of 1993, after serving a one to three-year sentence

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

Motherfucking right
Absolutely, no doubt

My pocket's looking kind of tight
I'm low on cash

And I'm stressed
Feeling anxious and overwhelmed

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

No need for that, just grab the fucking gat
No, there's no need for a vest, just get the gun

The first pocket that's fat, the Tec is to his back
If we see someone with a bulging pocket, I'll press the gun against their back

Word is bond, I'm a smoke him, yo, don't fake no moves
I guarantee you, I'll shoot him, don't hesitate

(What?)
(What did you say?)

Treat it like boxing, stick and move, stick and move
Approach it like boxing, hit and dodge, hit and dodge

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

I've been robbin' motherfuckers since the slave ships
I've been stealing from people for a long time

With the same clip and the same four-five
Using the same gun and ammunition

Two point-blank, a motherfucker's sure to die
Firing two shots at close range will definitely kill someone

That's my word, nigga, even try to bogart
I swear, if someone tries to act tough

Have his mother singing "It's so hard"
His mother will be mourning his death, singing a sorrowful song

Yes, love, love your fucking attitude
I appreciate your confident and assertive attitude

Because the nigga play pussy
Because that person acts cowardly

That's the nigga that's getting screwed
That's the person who will be taken advantage of

And bruised up from the pistol whipping
And beaten up with the handle of a gun

Webs on the neck from the necklace stripping
Leaving marks on the neck from forcefully removing a necklace

Then I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing bitches too
Afterwards, I'll quickly walk away and rob other women as well

Up the herring bones and bamboos
Taking valuable jewelry like herringbone necklaces and bamboo earrings

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

Give me the baby rings and a number one mom pendant
Hand over the baby rings and a pendant that says 'number one mom'

I'm slamming niggaz like Shaquille, shit is real
I'm overpowering and dominating 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

'Cos mom Duke ain't giving me shit
Because my mother isn't providing me anything

So for the bread and butter, I leave niggaz in the gutter
So, in order to survive, I leave others in poverty and despair

Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous
I'm not to be messed with, I'm a threat

Crazier than a bag of fucking angel dust
I'm wild and volatile, even more so than a bag of angel dust

When I bust my gat, motherfuckers 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 skilled and valuable, but I want money

Well, he's stickin' you and taking all your money
He's threatening and robbing you, stealing all your money

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
Give me the money, give me the money

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
Give me the money, give me the money

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
Give me the money, give me the money

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
Give me the money, give me the money

Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
Listen up, it's a robbery, a robbery

And I'm shooting niggaz quick if you hiccup
And I'll shoot people without hesitation if they make a sound

Don't let me fill my clip up in your back and head piece
Don't make me shoot you multiple times in the back and head

The opposite of peace, sending mom Duke a wreath
Causing chaos and violence, sending a funeral wreath to my mother

You're talking to the robbery expert
You're dealing with someone highly experienced in robberies

Stepping to your wake with your blood on my shirt
Attending your funeral with your blood stains on my clothing

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

'Cos when I lick shots, the shits is persistent
Because when I fire gunshots, I keep shooting continuously

Huh, goodness gracious, the papers
Wow, incredible, look at all this money

Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
Where's the money? Where's it hidden?

Nigga, pass that before you get your grave dug
Give me the money before you end up dead and buried

From the main thug, .357 slug
From the dangerous leader, a .357 caliber bullet

And my nigga Biggie got an itchy one grip
And my friend Biggie is eager to shoot

One in the chamber, 32 in the clip
One bullet loaded in the gun, 32 more in the magazine

Motherfuckers better strip
People should take off all their valuables

Yeah nigga, peel before you find out how blue steel feel
Yeah, hurry up and hand over your things before you experience the pain of being shot

From the Beretta, putting all the holes in your sweater
Using a Beretta handgun to shoot bullets through your sweater

The money getter, motherfuckers don't have better
I'm the one who accumulates money, there's nobody better

Rolex watches and colourful Swatches
Expensive Rolex watches and vibrant Swatch watches

I'm digging in pockets, motherfuckers can't stop it
I'm searching through people's pockets, and they can't prevent it

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

Bitches get [Incomprehensible] for they earrings and bangles
Women get attacked and robbed for their earrings and bracelets

And when I rock her and drop her, I'm taking her door knockers
And after assaulting and leaving her, I steal her large earrings

And if she's resistant "Baka, baka, baka"
And if she resists, I'll shoot, shoot, shoot

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

Tell him Biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do?
Inform him that Biggie took it, what can he possibly do?

I hope apologetic or I'm a have to set it
I hope he apologizes, or else I'll have to act violently

And if I set it, the cocksucker won't forget it
And if I act violently, he won't easily forget it

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

But money looks sweet in the Isuzu jeep
But the money will be worth it when we see it in the Isuzu jeep

(Where at?)
(Where can we find it?)

Man, I throw him in the beem, you grab the fucking cream
I'll toss him in the back seat, you take the money

And if he start to scream, bam, bam, 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, he has a woman in the car

Fur coats and diamonds, she thinks she a superstar
Wearing luxury fur coats and diamond jewelry, she believes she's a celebrity

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

Hit her with the gat
Strike her with the gun

Yo chill, Shorty, let me do that
Hey, calm down, let me handle it

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

The bitch act shocked, gettin' shot on the spot
The woman acts surprised, getting shot instantly

Oh shit, the cops
Oh shit, the police

Be cool, fool, they ain't gonna roll up
Stay calm, they won't come over

All they want is fucking doughnuts
All they're interested in is eating doughnuts

So why the fuck he keep lookin'? I guess to get his life tooken
So why is he still staring? I guess he wants to put his life in danger

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

Oh shit, now he lookin' in my face
Oh shit, now he's staring at me

You better haul ass 'cos I ain't with no fucking chase
You better run away fast because I won't bother chasing you

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

A true motherfucker going out for the loot
I'm a genuine individual, going after the money

Take that, motherfuckers
Take that, you bastards

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