Gimme the Loot
The Notorious B. I. G./Musicfire.in Lyrics

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