Gimme The Loot (Uncensored Version)

Yeah

Motherf**kers better know huh, huh

Lock your windows, close your doors

Biggie Smalls, huh yeah

Scratching "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 one-to-three,

He be home the end of '93

I'm ready to get this paper,

G, you with me?

Motherf**king right,

My pocket's looking kind of tight

And I'm stressed,

You Biggie let me get the vest

No need for that,

Just grab the f**king gat

The first pocket that's

Fat the Tec is to his back

Word is bond, I'm a smoke him

You 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 robbing motherf**kers

Since the slave ships

With the same clip and the same four-five

Two point-blank, a motherf**ker's sure to die

That's my word, nigga even try to bogart

Have his mother singing "It's so hard"

Yes Love, love your f**king attitude

Because the nigga play pussy

That's the nigga that's getting screwed

And bruised up from the pistol whipping

Welts on the neck from the necklace stripping

Then I'm dipping up the block

And I'm robbing bitches too

Up the herring bones and bamboos

I wouldn't give f**k if you're pregnant

Give me the baby rings and a 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 giving me shit

So bored of bread

And butter I leave niggaz in the gutter

Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous

Crazier than a bag of f**king Angel Dust

When I bust my gat motherf**kers take dirt naps

I'm all that and a dime sack,

Where the paper at?

Sample But he's sticking you,

And taking all of your money

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot

And taking all of your money

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot

And taking all of your money

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot

And taking all of your money

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot

And taking all of your money

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot

And taking all of your money

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot

And taking all of your money

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot

And taking all of your money

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot

Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up

And I'm shooting niggaz quick if you hiccup

Don't let me fill my clip up

In your back and head piece

The opposite of peace sending Mom Duke a wreath

You're talking to the robbery expert

Stepping 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

Huh, 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

Motherf**kers better strip, yeah nigga peel

Before you find out how blue steel feel

From the Beretta,

Putting all the holes in your sweater

The money getter motherf**kers don't have better

Rolex watches and colourful Swatches

I'm digging in pockets,

Motherf**kers can't stop it

Man, niggaz come through

I'm taking high school rings too

Bitches get strangled 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 f**k he gonna do?

I hope apologetic or

I'm a have to set it

And if I set it the cocksucker won't forget it

Sample "But he's sticking you,

And taking all of your money

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot

And taking all of your money

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot

And taking all of your money

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot

And taking all of your money

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot

And taking all of your money

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot

And taking all of your money

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot

And taking all of your money

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot

And taking all of your money

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot

Man, listen all this walking is hurting my feet

But money looks sweet in the Isuzu jeep

Man, I throw him in the Beem,

You grab the f**king C.R.E.A.M

And if he start to scream "bam! bam!",

Have a nice dream

Hold up, he got a f**king bitch in the car

Fur coats and diamonds,

She thinks she a superstar

Ooh 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 f**king 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 f**king doughnuts

So why the f**k 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 f**king chase

So lace up your boots, cause I'm about to shoot

A true motherf**ker going out for the loot