The Notorious B.I.G. - Gimme The Loot (Superginger

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)

My man Inf left a Tec and a nine at my crib
Turned himself 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 pregnant
Give me the baby rings
And the "Number One 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?

When he's stickin' you and takin' 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 stickup, stickup
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, 32 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 know the pedi'
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 strangled 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'ma 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 stickin' you and takin' 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 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 donuts

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

Take that, motherfuckers