Notorious B.I.G.: Gimme the loot

INTRO: Yeah, mothafuckaz better know (I'm a bad bad boy) Lock your windows Close your doors Biggie Smalls (I'm a bad bad boy) My man Inf left a Tec and a nine at my crib Turned himself in, he had to do a bid A 1-2-3, he be home the end of '93 I'm ready to get this paper, G, you with me Mothafuckin' right, my pocket's looking 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, imma smoke him yo don't fake no moves Treat it like boxing, stick and move, stick and move Nigga, you ain't got to explain shit I've been robbin' mothafuckaz since the slave ships With the same clip and the same .45 Two point blank, a mothafucka's sure to die That's my word, nigga even try to bogart 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' Webs on the neck from the necklace strippin' Then I'm dippin' up the block And I'm robbin' bitches too Up the herring bones and bamboos I wouldn't give fuck if you're pregnant Give me the baby rings and a number 1 mom pendant I'm slamming niggaz 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 niggaz in the gutter Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous Crazier than a bag of fuckin' Angel Dust When I bust my gat mothafuckaz take dirt naps I'm all that and a dime sack, where the paper at CHORUS: (But he's stickin' you, and takin' all your money) Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad boy) (4x) (What's mine is mine, what's yours is mine) Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad boy) (4x) (What's mine is mine, what's yours is mine) Big up, big up, it's a stick up stick up And I'm shootin' niggaz quick If you hiccup Don't let me fill my clip up In your back and head piece The opposite of peace, sendin' Mom Duke a wreath You're talking to the robbery expert Steppin' to your wake With your blood on my shirt Don't be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant Cause when I lick shots The 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 an itchy one grip One in the chamber, 32 in the clip Mothafuckaz better strip (Yeah nigga, peel!) Before you find out how blue steel feel From the Beretta, puttin' all the holes in your sweater The money getter, mothafuckaz don't have better Rolex watches and colourful Swatches I'm diggin' in pockets, mothafuckaz can't stop it Man, niggaz come through I'm taking high school rings, too Bitches get ****** for they earrings and bangles And when I rock her and drop her I'm taking her door knockers And if she's resistant, Baka! Baka! Baka! So go get your man bitch he can get robbed too Tell him Biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do I hope apologetic or I'm a have to set it And if I set it the cocksucka won't forget it CHORUS Man listen, all this walkin' is hurtin' my feet But money looks sweet (where at) in the Isuzu jeep Man, I throw him in the Beam, you grab the fuckin' cream And if he start to scream "BAM BAM" have a nice dream Hold up, he got a fuckin' bitch in the car Fur coats and diamonds, she think she a superstar Oh Biggie, let me jack her I kick her in the back Hit her with the gat Yo chill, Shorty, let me do that Just get the fuckin' car keys and cruise up the block The bitch act shocked, gettin' shot on the spot Oh shit, the cops! Be cool, fool They ain't gonna roll up All they want is fuckin' doughnuts So why the fuck he keep lookin'? I guess to get his life tooken I just came home, ain't trying to see Central Booking Oh shit, now he lookin' in my face You better haul ass cause I ain't with no fuckin' chase So lace up your boots Cause I'm about to shoot A true mothafucka going out for the loot Take that, mothafuckaz