Hip-Hop/Rap
Gimme the Loot
by mrxmor
Release Date:
2022-05-20
Lyrics
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
