Gimme the Loot
Motherfuckas better knowI'm a bad baad baaaad (Kid Hood)Lock your windowsClose your doorsBiggie Smalls
[deep]My man Inf left a TEC and a 9 at my cribTurned his self in, he had to do a bidA 1-to-3, he be home the end of '93I'm ready to get this paper, G, you with me?
[shrill]Motherfuckin' rightMy pockets lookin' kinda tightAnd I'm stressedYo Biggie, let me get the vest
[deep]No need for that, just grab the fuckin' GatThe first pocket that's fat, the Tec is to his backWord is bond, I'mma smoke him, yo don't fake no movesTreat it like boxing, stick and move! stick and move!
[shrill]Nigga, you ain't got to explain shitI've been robbing motherfuckas since the slave shipsWith the same clip and the same 4-52 point blank, a motherfucka's sure to dieThat's my word, nigga even try to bogartHave his mother singing "It's so haard"
[deep]Yes love, love your fuckin' attitudeBecause the nigga play pussy, that's the nigga that's getting screwedAnd bruised up from the pistol whippin'Wheps on the neck from the necklace strippin'Then I'm dippin' up the block and I'm robbin' bitches tooUp the herringbones and bamboosI wouldn't give a fuck if you're pregnantGimme the baby rings and the "#1 Mom" pendant
[shrill]I'm slamming niggas like Shaquille, shit is realWhen it's time to eat a meal, I rob and steal'Cause mom dukes ain't giving me shitSo for the bread and butter I leave niggas in the gutterWord to mother, I'm dangerousCrazier than a bag of fuckin' angel dustWhen I bust my Gat, motherfuckas take dirt napsI'm all that, and a dime sack. Where the paper at?
When he's sticking you, and taking all your money (Guru)
[hook]Gimme the loot! Gimme the loot!
[deep]Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick upAnd I'm shooting niggas quick, if ya hiccoughDon't let me fill my clip upIn ya back and headpieceThe opposite of peaceSending Mom duke a wreathYou're talking to the robbery expertStep into your wake with your blood on my shirtDon't be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant'Cause when I lick shots them shits is persistent
[shrill]Goodness gracious the papers!Where the cash at? Where the stash at?Nigga pass thatBefore you get your grave dugFrom the main thug, .357 slugAnd my nigga Biggie got a itchy one grip
[deep]1 in the chamber 32 in the clipMotherfuckas better strip
[together]Yeah nigga, peel!
[deep]Before you find out how my blue steel feel
[shrill]From the Beretta putting all the holes in ya sweata'The money-getta', motherfuckas don't know betta'Rolex watches and colorful SwatchesI'm digging in pockets, motherfuckas can't stop it
[deep]Man niggas come through I'm taking high school rings tooBitches get strangled for their earrings and banglesAnd when I rock her and drop her, I'm taking her doorknockersAnd if she's resistant: Blakka! Blakka! Blakka!
[shrill]So go get your man bitchHe can get robbed too
[deep]Tell him Biggie took itWhat the fuck he gonna do?
[shrill]Man I hope apologeticOr I'm a have to set itAnd if I set itThe cocksucker won't forget it!
[hook]
[shrill]Man, listenAll this walking is hurting my feetOoo money looks sweet
[deep]Where?
[shrill]In the Isuzu jeep
[deep]Man I throw him in the BeemYou grab the fuckin' creamAnd if he start to screamBom bom! Have a nice dreamHold upHe got a fuckin' bitch in the carFur coats and diamondsShe think she a superstar!
[shrill]Ooh Biggie let me jack her!I'll kick her in the backHit her with the Gat
[deep]Chill shorty, let me do thatJust get the fuckin' car keysAnd cruise up the blockThe bitch act shockedGettin' shot on the spot
[shrill]Oh shit the cops!
[deep]Be cool, fool, they ain't gonna roll upAll they want is fuckin' doughnuts
[shrill]So why he keep lookin'?
[deep]I guess to get his life tookenI just came home, ain't trying to see central bookin'Oh shit, now he lookin' in my faceYou better haul ass 'cause I ain't with no fucking chaseSo lace up your boots 'cause I'm about to shootA true motherfucka going out for the loot!
Take that motherfuckers (Ice Cube)