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Gimme the Loot
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Yeah.Mother****ers better know...huh,huh.Lock your windows, close your doors.Biggie Smalls,huh...yeah. 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? Mother****ing right, my pocket's looking kind of tight and I'm stressed,yo Biggie let me get the vest No need for that, just grab the ****ing gat The first pocket that's fat the Tec is to his back Word is bond,I'm a smoke him yo don't fake no moves （what?） *************, you ain't got to explain bullshit I've been robbin mother****ers since the slave ships with the same clip and the same four-five Two point-blank, a mother****er's sure to die That's my word, nigga even try to bogart have his mother singing "It's so hard..." Yes, love love you're ****ing attitude because the ****ing play ****ing that's the ****ing that's getting screwed and bruised up from the pistol whipping webs on the neck from the necklace stripping Then I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing mother****ers too up the herring bones and bamboos I wouldn't give a **** if you're pregnant Give me the baby rings and a #1MOM pendant I'm slamming mother****ers like Shaquille, shit is real When it's time to eat a meal I rob and steal 'cos Mom Duke ain't giving me shit so for the bread and butter I leave mother****ers in the gutter Huh,word to mother,I'm dangerous Crazier than a bag of ****ing Angel Dust When I bust my gat mother****ers take dirt naps I'm all that and a dime sack,where the payback? gimme the loot gimme the loot Big up,big up,it's a stick up,stick up and I'm shooting mother****ers 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 ****ing shirt Don't be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant 'cos when I lick shots the mother****ers is persistent Huh,goodness gracious the papers Where the cash at?Where the stash at? *************,pass that before you get your grave dug from the main thug,.357slug And my mother****ing Biggie got an itchy one grip One in the chamber,32in the clip Mother****ers better strip, yeah mother****ers peel before you find out how blue steel feel from the Beretta,putting all the holes in your sweater The money getter mother****ers don't have better Rolex watches and colourful Swatches I'm digging in pockets, mother****ers can't stop it Man, mother****ers come through I'm taking high school rings too Mother****ers get stripped down 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 mother****er he can get robbed too Tell him Biggie took it, what the **** he gonna do? I hope apologetic or I'm a have to set it and if I set it the mother****ers won't forget it Man,listen all this walking is hurting my feet But money looks sweet （where at?）in the Isuzu jeep Man, I throw him in the Beem, you grab the ****ing C.R.E.A.M and if he start to scream "bam!bam!",have a nice dream Hold up, he got a ****ing b***h 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 ****ing car keys and cruise up the block The ************* act shocked,gettin shot on the spot （Oh shit! The cops!）Be cool, fool They ain't gonna roll up, all they want is ****ing doughnuts （So why the **** 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 'cos I ain't with no ****ing chase So lace up your boots,'cos I'm about to shoot A true mother****er going out for the loot
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