Wallace was born and raised in the Brooklyn borough of New York City. His debut album Ready to Die (1994) made him a central figure in East Coast hip hop and increased New York City's visibility in the genre at a time when West Coast hip hop dominated the mainstream. The following year, he led Junior M.A.F.I.A.โa protรฉgรฉ group composed of his childhood friendsโto chart success. In 1996, while recording his second album, Wallace was heavily involved in the growing East CoastโWest Coast hip hop feud. On March 9, 1997, he was murdered by an unknown assailant in a drive-by shooting in Los Angeles. His second album, Life After Death (1997), released two weeks later, rose to No. 1 on the U.S. album charts. In 2000, it became one of the few hip-hop albums to be certified Diamond.
Wallace was noted for his "loose, easy flow"; dark, semi-autobiographical lyrics; and storytelling abilities, which focused on crime and hardship. Three more albums have been released since his death, and he has certified sales of over 17 million records in the United States, including 13.4 million albums.
Wallace was born at St. Mary's Hospital in the Brooklyn borough of New York City on May 21, 1972, the only child of Jamaican immigrant parents. His mother, Voletta Wallace, was a preschool teacher, while his father, Selwyn George Latore, was a welder and politician. His father left the family when Wallace was two years old, and his mother worked two jobs while raising him. Wallace grew up at 226 St. James Place in Brooklyn's Clinton Hill, near the border with Bedford-Stuyvesant. Wallace excelled at Queen of All Saints Middle School winning several awards as an English student. He was nicknamed "Big" because he was overweight by the age of 10. Wallace said he started dealing drugs when he was around the age of 12. His mother, often away at work, did not know of his drug dealing until he was an adult. He began rapping as a teenager, entertaining people on the streets, and performed with local groups the Old Gold Brothers and the Techniques. At his request, Wallace transferred from Bishop Loughlin Memorial High School to George Westinghouse Career and Technical Education High School, where future rappers DMX, Jay-Z, and Busta Rhymes were also attending. According to his mother, Wallace was still a good student but developed a "smart-ass" attitude at the new school. At age 17, Wallace dropped out of school and became more involved in crime. In 1989, he was arrested on weapons charges in Brooklyn and sentenced to five years' probation. In 1990, he was arrested on a violation of his probation. A year later, Wallace was arrested in North Carolina for dealing crack cocaine. He spent nine months in jail before making bail.
Wallace's lyrical topics and themes included mafioso tales ("Niggas Bleed"), his drug-dealing past ("10 Crack Commandments"), materialistic bragging ("Hypnotize"), as well as humor ("Just Playing (Dreams)"), and romance ("Me & My Bitch"). Rolling Stone named Wallace in 2004 as "one of the few young male songwriters in any pop style writing credible love songs".
Guerilla Black, in the book How to Rap, describes how Wallace was able to both "glorify the upper echelon" and "[make] you feel his struggle". According to Tourรฉ of The New York Times in 1994, Wallace's lyrics " autobiographical details about crime and violence with emotional honesty". Marriott of The New York Times (in 1997) believed his lyrics were not strictly autobiographical and wrote he "had a knack for exaggeration that increased sales". Wallace described his debut as "a big pie, with each slice indicating a different point in my life involving bitches and niggaz... from the beginning to the end".
Ready to Die is described by Rolling Stone as a contrast of "bleak" street visions and being "full of high-spirited fun, bringing the pleasure principle back to hip-hop". AllMusic write of "a sense of doom" in some of his songs and the NY Times note some being "laced with paranoia"; Wallace described himself as feeling "broke and depressed" when he made his debut. The final song on the album, "Suicidal Thoughts", featured Wallace contemplating suicide and concluded with him committing the act.
On Life After Death, Wallace's lyrics went "deeper". Krims explains how upbeat, dance-oriented tracks (which featured less heavily on his debut) alternate with "reality rap" songs on the record and suggests that he was "going pimp" through some of the lyrical topics of the former. XXL magazine wrote that Wallace "revamped his image" through the portrayal of himself between the albums, going from "midlevel hustler" on his debut to "drug lord".
AllMusic wrote that the success of Ready to Die is "mostly due to Wallace's skill as a storyteller"; in 1994, Rolling Stone described Wallace's ability in this technique as painting "a sonic picture so vibrant that you're transported right to the scene". On Life After Death, Wallace notably demonstrated this skill on "I Got a Story to Tell", creating a story as a rap for the first half of the song and then retelling the same story "for his boys" in conversation form.
Considered one of the best rappers of all time, Wallace was described by AllMusic as "the savior of East Coast hip-hop". The Source magazine named Wallace the greatest rapper of all time in its 150th issue in 2002. In 2003, when XXL magazine asked several hip hop artists to list their five favorite MCs, Wallace's name appeared on more rappers' lists than anyone else. In 2006, MTV ranked him at No. 3 on their list of The Greatest MCs of All Time, calling him possibly "the most skillful ever on the mic". Editors of About.com ranked him No. 3 on their list of the Top 50 MCs of Our Time (1987โ2007). In 2012, The Source ranked him No. 3 on their list of the Top 50 Lyrical Leaders of all time. Rolling Stone has referred to him as the "greatest rapper that ever lived". In 2015, Billboard named Wallace as the greatest rapper of all time.
Since his death, Wallace's lyrics have been sampled and quoted by a variety of hip hop, R&B and pop artists including Jay-Z, 50 Cent, Alicia Keys, Fat Joe, Nelly, Ja Rule, Eminem, Lil Wayne, Game, Clinton Sparks, Michael Jackson and Usher. On August 28, 2005, at the 2005 MTV Video Music Awards, Sean Combs (then using the rap alias "P. Diddy") and Snoop Dogg paid tribute to Wallace: an orchestra played while the vocals from "Juicy" and "Warning" played on the arena speakers. In September 2005, VH1 held its second annual "Hip Hop Honors", with a tribute to Wallace headlining the show.
Wallace had begun to promote a clothing line called Brooklyn Mint, which was to produce plus-sized clothing but fell dormant after he died. In 2004, his managers, Mark Pitts and Wayne Barrow, launched the clothing line, with help from Jay-Z, selling T-shirts with images of Wallace on them. A portion of the proceeds go to the Christopher Wallace Foundation and to Jay-Z's Shawn Carter Scholarship Foundation. In 2005, Voletta Wallace hired branding and licensing agency Wicked Cow Entertainment to guide the estate's licensing efforts. Wallace-branded products on the market include action figures, blankets, and cell phone content.
The Christopher Wallace Memorial Foundation holds an annual black-tie dinner ("B.I.G. Night Out") to raise funds for children's school equipment and to honor Wallace's memory. For this particular event, because it is a children's schools' charity, "B.I.G." is also said to stand for "Books Instead of Guns".
There is a large portrait mural of Wallace as Mao Zedong on Fulton Street in Brooklyn a half-mile west from Wallace's old block. A fan petitioned to have the corner of Fulton Street and St. James Place, near Wallace's childhood home renamed in his honor, garnering support from local businesses and attracting more than 560 signatures.
A large portrait of Wallace features prominently in the Netflix series Luke Cage, due to the fact that he served as muse for the creation of the Marvel Cinematic Universe's version of Marvel Comics character Cornell "Cottonmouth" Stokes.
Gimme the Loot
The Notorious B.I.G. Lyrics
Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴ Line by Line Meaning ↴
I'm a bad bad bad
Lock your windows, close your doors
Biggie Smalls
My man Inf left a TEC and a 9 at my crib
Turned his self in, he had to do a bid
A 1-to-3, he be home the end of '93
Motherfucking right, my pockets looking kinda tight
And I'm stressed
Yo, Biggie let me get the vest
No need for that, just grab the fucking 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 robbing motherfuckas since the slave ships
With the same clip and the same .45
Two point blank, a motherfucker sure to die
That's my word, nigga even try to bogart
Have his mother singing, "it's so hard"
Yes, love, love your fucking attitude
Because the nigga play pussy, that's the nigga that's getting screwed
And bruised up from the pistol whipping
Welts on the neck from the necklace stripping
Then I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing bitches too
Up the herringbones and bamboos
I wouldn't give a fuck if you're pregnant
Give me the baby rings and the #1 Mom pendant
I'm slamming niggas like Shaquille, shit is real
When it's time to eat a meal, I rob and steal
'Cause mom dukes ain't giving me shit
So for the bread and butter I leave niggas in the gutter
Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous
Crazier than a bag of fucking angel dust
When I bust my gat, mothafuckas take dirt naps
I'm all that, and a dime sack, where the paper at?
When he's sticking you and taking 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 shooting niggas quick if ya hiccup
Don't let me fill my clip up in ya back and headpiece
The opposite of peace, sending mom duke a wreath
You're talking to the robbery expert
Step into your wake with your blood on my shirt
Don't be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant
'Cause when I lick shots, them shits is persistent
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 a itchy one grip
One in the chamber, thirty-two in the clip
Motherfuckas better strip, (yeah nigga, peel)
Before you find out how blue steel feel
From the Beretta, putting all the holes in ya sweater
The money-getter, motherfuckas don't know better
Rolex watches and colorful Swatches
I'm digging in pockets, motherfuckas can't stop it
Man niggas come through I'm taking high school rings too
Bitches get strangled for their earrings and bangles
And when I rock her and drop her, I'm taking her doorknockers
And if she's resistant, blakka, blakka, blakka
So go get your man bitch, he can get robbed too
Tell him Biggie took it, what the fuck 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 bitch, hey bitch, gimme your money bitch (when he's sticking you and taking 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 walking is hurting my feet
Ooh money looks sweet
Where?
In the Isuzu jeep
Man, I throw him in the fiend you grab the fucking cream
And if he start to scream, bom bom, have a nice dream
Hold up, he got a fucking bitch 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 fucking car keys and cruise up the block
The bitch act shocked getting shot on the spot
Oh shit the cops
Be cool, fool
They ain't gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts
So why the fuck he keep looking?
I guess to get his life tooken
I just came home, ain't trying to see central booking
Oh shit, now he looking in my face
You better haul ass cause I ain't with no fucking chase
So lace up your boots, 'cause I'm about to shoot
A true motherfucka going out for the loot
Take that motherfuckers
In the song Gimme The Loot, The Notorious B.I.G. portrays himself as a dangerous and ruthless street criminal who robs and steals to make money. He starts the song by warning others to lock their windows and close their doors, implying that he's on the prowl. The song is a dialogue between two different voices, both belonging to Biggie, representing the dual-sided personality of a criminal. He boasts about his skills as a robber, describing how he has been doing this since the time of slave ships. He then proceeds to detail how he intimidates and robs his victims using violence, and he also includes a reference to his friend, Inf, who had left his TEC and 9 guns with Biggie before turning himself in for a 1-to-3-year jail term.
The lyrics of Gimme The Loot are full of profanity and violent themes. Biggie talks about how he doesn't give a damn whether the woman he's robbing is pregnant or not, and he's willing to use force to get what he wants. He even threatens to kill those who resist him, urging them to be submissive and hand over the money. The song portrays the criminal underground and the lifestyle of those who operate outside of the system, emphasizing the harsh realities faced by those living on the margins of society.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah, mothafuckas better know
You better understand and recognize
I'm a bad bad bad
I'm extremely dangerous and fearless
Lock your windows, close your doors
Secure your home and protect yourself
Biggie Smalls
That's my name
My man Inf left a TEC and a 9 at my crib
Inf left guns at my place
Turned his self in, he had to do a bid
He surrendered to police and had to serve time in prison
A 1-to-3, he be home the end of '93
He'll be released between 1991 and 1993
I'm ready to get this paper, G: you with me?
I'm prepared to make money, are you with me?
Motherfucking right, my pockets looking kinda tight
Absolutely, I'm low on cash
And I'm stressed
And it's making me anxious
Yo, Biggie let me get the vest
Hey Biggie, can I borrow the bulletproof vest?
No need for that, just grab the fucking gat
There's no need for that, just take the gun
The first pocket that's fat, the TEC is to his back
Target someone with a bulging pocket and put the gun to their back
Word is bond, I'ma smoke him, yo, don't fake no moves (what?)
I promise, I'll shoot him, don't make any sudden moves
Treat it like boxing, stick and move, stick and move
Approach it like a boxing match, attack and then quickly retreat
Nigga, you ain't got to explain shit
You don't need to justify anything
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 bullets
Two point blank, a motherfucker sure to die
Two shots fired at close range, certain to kill
That's my word, nigga even try to bogart
I swear, if anyone tries to dominate or control
Have his mother singing, "it's so hard"
Make his mother suffer and grieve
Yes, love, love your fucking attitude
I admire your fearless and strong-willed demeanor
Because the nigga play pussy, that's the nigga that's getting screwed
Because the person acts weak and vulnerable, they will be taken advantage of
And bruised up from the pistol whipping
They will be physically harmed by being hit with a gun
Welts on the neck from the necklace stripping
They will have visible marks on their neck from having their necklace forcefully taken
Then I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing bitches too
I will quickly leave the area and continue robbing women as well
Up the herringbones and bamboos
Stealing valuable jewelry like herringbone chains and bamboo earrings
I wouldn't give a fuck if you're pregnant
I don't care if you're expecting a baby
Give me the baby rings and the #1 Mom pendant
Hand over the rings for the baby and the pendant indicating the best mom
I'm slamming niggas like Shaquille, shit is real
I'm attacking people aggressively, just like Shaquille O'Neal
When it's time to eat a meal, I rob and steal
When I need to make money, I resort to robbery
'Cause mom dukes ain't giving me shit
Because my mother isn't providing for me
So for the bread and butter I leave niggas in the gutter
In order to survive, I leave others in a state of poverty or despair
Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous
I'm not to be messed with, I'm a serious threat
Crazier than a bag of fucking angel dust
I'm extremely unpredictable and unstable
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 exceptional, valuable, and in need of money
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
Give me the money, give me the money
What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine)
What belongs to me is mine, what belongs to you is also mine
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
Shout out, shout out, it's a hold-up, hold-up
And I'm shooting niggas quick if ya hiccup
I'll shoot people without hesitation if they make a 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
This will be the opposite of peace, causing sorrow for your mother
You're talking to the robbery expert
You're dealing with someone skilled in theft and hold-ups
Step into your wake with your blood on my shirt
I'll attend your funeral with your blood staining my clothing
Don't be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant
Don't act foolish and get killed for resisting
'Cause when I lick shots, them shits is persistent
Because when I fire my gun, the bullets keep coming and won't stop
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
Give that to me, man
Before you get your grave dug from the main thug .357 slug
Before I shoot you with a .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 be fired, thirty-two more in the magazine
Motherfuckas better strip, (yeah nigga, peel)
People better undress and give up their belongings
Before you find out how blue steel feel
Before you experience the pain of being shot by a gun
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 one who obtains money, fools don't understand
Rolex watches and colorful Swatches
Expensive Rolex watches and trendy Swatch watches
I'm digging in pockets, motherfuckas can't stop it
I'm searching through people's pockets, no one can prevent it
Man niggas come through I'm taking high school rings too
When guys pass by, I'll steal their high school rings as well
Bitches get strangled for their earrings and bangles
Women get choked so I can take their earrings and bangles
And when I rock her and drop her, I'm taking her doorknockers
When I rob and assault her, I'll steal her large earrings
And if she's resistant, blakka, blakka, blakka
And if she resists, I'll shoot, shoot, shoot
So go get your man bitch, he can get robbed too
So go fetch your guy, he can also be robbed
Tell him Biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do?
Tell him Biggie stole it, what can he possibly do about it?
Man I hope apologetic or I'm a have to set it
I hope he's remorseful or I'll have to take action
And if I set it, the cocksucker won't forget it
And if I take action, he will never forget the consequences
Hey bitch, hey bitch, gimme your money bitch (when he's sticking you and taking all your money)
Hey woman, give me your money, give me your money (when I'm robbing you and taking all your money)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
Give me the money, give me the money (I'm extremely dangerous)
Man listen, all this walking is hurting my feet
Listen, walking around is making my feet hurt
Ooh money looks sweet
Oh, money is very tempting
Where?
Where is it?
In the Isuzu jeep
In the Isuzi jeep
Man, I throw him in the fiend you grab the fucking cream
I'll throw him inside, you grab the stolen money
And if he start to scream, bom bom, have a nice dream
And if he starts to scream, I'll shoot, shoot, 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 think she a superstar
Wearing luxurious fur coats and diamonds, she believes 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 it
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 is shot right away
Oh shit the cops
Oh no, the police
Be cool, fool
Stay calm, you fool
They ain't gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts
They won't approach, all they're interested in is eating doughnuts
So why the fuck he keep looking?
So why is he still watching us?
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 out of prison, I don't want to go back
Oh shit, now he looking in my face
Oh no, now he's staring directly at me
You better haul ass cause I ain't with no fucking chase
You better run away quickly because I don't want to be pursued
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 genuine person going out to get money
Take that motherfuckers
Take that, you bastards
Lyrics ยฉ Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Trevor Smith, James Jackson, Bryan Higgins, Christopher Wallace, Osten Harvey, Malik Taylor, Fred Scruggs, Chris Martin, Kirk Jones, Tyrone Taylor, Keith Elam, Kamall Fareed, Parker Chylow, Ali Shaheed Muhammad
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@wh7227
Intro: Notorious B.I.G.
Yeah, motherfuckers 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)
[Verse 1]
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?
Motherfuckin' right, my pockets lookin' kinda 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 boxin', 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 sure to die
That's my word, nigga even try to bogard
Have his mother singin', "It's so hard"
Yes, love, love your fuckin' attitude
Because the nigga play pussy
That's the nigga 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' bitches, too
Up the herringbones and bamboos
I wouldn't give a fuck if you're tnangerp
Give me the baby rings and the #1 Mom pendant
I'm slammin' niggas like Shaquille, shit is real
When it's time to eat a meal I rob and steal
'Cause mom duke ain't givin' me shit
So for the bread and butter, I leave niggas 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 paper at?
[Interlude]
When he's stickin' you and takin' all of your money
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 2]
Big up! Big up! It's a stick up! Stick up!
And I'm shootin' niggas 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 shits is persistent
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
Three fifty-seven slug
And my nigga Biggie got a itchy one grip
One in the chamber, thirty-two 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 ya sweater
The money-getter, motherfuckers don't know better
Rolex watches and colorful Swatches
I'm diggin' in pockets, motherfuckers can't stop it
Man, niggas come through, I'm takin' high school rings too
Bitches 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, bitch, he can get robbed, too
Tell him Biggie took it, what the fuck 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
[Interlude]
Hey bitch, hey bitch, gimme your money bitch (When he's stickin' you and takin' all your money)
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 3]
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 fucking cream
And if he start to scream, bom-bom, have a nice dream
Hold up, he got a fucking bitch 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 fucking car keys and cruise up the block
The bitch act shocked getting shot on the spot
Oh shit, the cops
Be cool, fool
They ain't gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts
So why the fuck he keep looking?
I guess to get his life tooken
I just came home, ain't trying to see Central Booking
Oh shit, now he looking in my face
You better haul ass 'cause I ain't with no fucking chase
So lace up your boots, 'cause I'm about to shoot
A true motherfucker going out for the loot
[Outro]
Take that motherfuckers
@swolejeezy2603
"Oh shit the cops"
"Be cool, fool -- they ain't gonna roll up, all the want is fucking donuts"
Gets me every time
@cheesetheoriginalmres7727
I read this as it played, holy fucking shit ๐
@jgp6574
so why he keep lookin? i guess to get his life tooken.
such a genius line, to just so masterfully use incorrect english, and to just instill a sense of fear and pure badassery
@the_secret_111
@@jgp6574 can you please give me time code?
@jgp6574
@@the_secret_111 song isn't that long, just listen to it. It is your duty to memorize it anyway
@Ok-dm1ck
My favorite line in this is โGo get ya mans bitch he can get robbed tooโ
Golden
@codygreen8829
I never thought a song about armed robbery would be so inspirational.
@dreamcast3607
LMFAO ๐ what a time to say that with a Rona mask on
@lindseylou2144
The tunes and how he raps is catchy, most people aren't listening
@guiandre9347
And I wonder why getting rich fast and dying young is like a ......uh.... phenomenon?!