Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
And if he start to scream bam, bam, have a nice dream
I'm slamming niggaz like Shaquille, shit is real
Oh shit, the cops
So for the bread and butter I leave niggaz in the gutter
Ooh, Biggie, let me jack her
The opposite of peace sending Mom Duke a wreath
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
Man, listen all this walking is hurting my feet
Hold up, he got a fucking bitch in the car
Because the nigga play pussy that's the nigga that's getting screwed
You better haul ass, 'cos I ain't with no fucking chase
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
Huh, goodness gracious the papers
Be cool, fool
Just get the fucking car keys and cruise up the block
Hit her with the gat
Songwriters: Keith Elam, Osten Harvey, Kirk Jones, Chris Martin, Middlebrooks, Morrison, Noland, Chylow Parker, Fredro Scruggs, Tyrone Taylor, Christopher Wallace, Webster
'Cos when I lick shots the shits is persistent
When I bust my gat motherfuckers take dirt naps
I kick her in the back
And if she's resistant, baka, baka, baka
My man Inf left a Tec and a nine at my crib
Yo chill, Shorty, let me do that
Nigga, you ain't got to explain shit
And I'm stressed, yo, Biggie let me get the vest
Then I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing bitches too
Biggie smalls, huh, yeah
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
You're talking to the robbery expert
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
Crazier than a bag of fucking Angel Dust
So why the fuck he keep lookin'?
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
Turned himself in, he had to do a bid
Two point-blank, a motherfucker's sure to die
And when I rock her and drop her I'm taking her door knockers
Don't be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant
One in the chamber, thirty-two in the clip
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
Give me the baby rings and a number one mom pendant
I'm ready to get this paper, G, you with me?
Have his mother singing "It's so hard"
With the same clip and the same four-five
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
I'm digging in pockets, motherfuckers can't stop it
Huh, huh, lock your windows, close your doors.
And bruised up from the pistol whipping
Yes, love, love, you're fucking attitude
Yeah, motherfuckers better know
A true motherfucker going out for the loot
Don't let me fill my clip up in your back and head piece
Man, niggaz come through I'm taking high school rings too
Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
Publishers: ALMO MUSIC CORP, BEE MO EASY MUSIC, BIG POPPA MUSIC, EMI APRIL MUSIC INC., GIFTED PEARL MUSIC INC, JUSTIN COMBS PUBLISHING INC
Webs on the neck from the necklace stripping
Fur coats and diamonds, she thinks she a superstar
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
The first pocket that's fat the Tec is to his back
Up the herring bones and bamboos
No need for that, just grab the fucking gat
Oh shit, now he lookin' in my face
I hope apologetic or I'm a have to set it
Motherfucking right, my pocket's looking kind of tight
They ain't gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts
So go get your man, bitch, he can get robbed too
When it's time to eat a meal I rob and steal
Before you find out how blue steel feel
'Cos Mom Duke ain't giving me shit
So lace up your boots, 'cos I'm about to shoot
Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous
I wouldn't give fuck if you're pregnant
Word is bond, I'm a smoke him yo don't fake no moves
Bitches get stripped down for they earrings and bangles
The bitch act shocked, gettin' shot on the spot
Treat it like boxing, stick and move, stick and move
That's my word, nigga even try to Bogart
Man, I throw him in the Beem, you grab the fucking C.R.E.A.M
From the main thug, 357 slug
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
From the Beretta, putting all the holes in your sweater
Tell him Biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do?
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
Stepping to your wake with your blood on my shirt
I guess to get his life token
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
But money looks sweet in the Isuzu jeep
Rolex watches and colorful Swatches
A one-to-three, he be home the end of '93
Motherfuckers better strip, yeah, nigga, peel
And I'm shooting niggaz quick if you hiccup
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
The money getter, motherfuckers don't have better
And if I set it the cocksucker won't forget it
Nigga, pass that before you get your grave dug
I've been robbin' motherfuckers since the slave ships
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
I just came home, ain't trying to see Central Booking
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
I'm all that and a dime sack, where the payback?
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
And my nigga Biggie got an itchy one grip