Gimme the Loot (2005 Remaster)

Yeah, motherfuckers 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 him self 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? No need for that, just grab the fuckin' gat The first pocket that's fat, the TEC is to his back Word is bond, I'ma smoke him, yo, don't fake no moves (What?) Treat it like boxin', stick and move, stick and move Yes, love, love your fuckin' attitude Because the nigga play pussy That's the nigga that's gettin' screwed And bruised up from the pistol whippin' Welts on the neck from the necklace strippin' Then I'm dippin' up the block and I'm robbin' bitches, too Up the herringbones and bamboos I wouldn't give a fuck if you're tnangerp Give me the baby rings and the #1 Mom pendant I'm slammin' niggas like Shaquille, shit is real When it's time to eat a meal I rob and steal 'Cause mom duke ain't givin' me shit So for the bread and butter, I leave niggas in the gutter Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous Crazier than a bag of fuckin' angel dust When I bust my gat, motherfuckers take dirt naps I'm all that and a dime sack, where the paper at? Gimme the loot, gimme the loot () Gimme the loot, gimme the loot () Gimme the loot, gimme the loot () Gimme the loot, gimme the loot () () Gimme the loot, gimme the loot () Gimme the loot, gimme the loot () Gimme the loot, gimme the loot () Gimme the loot, gimme the loot () () Big up! Big up! It's a stick up! Stick up! And I'm shootin' niggas quick if ya hiccup Don't let me fill my clip up in ya back and headpiece The opposite of peace, sendin' mom duke a wreath You're talkin' to the robbery expert Step into your wake with your blood on my shirt Don't be a jerk and get smoked over bein' resistant 'Cause when I lick shots them shits is persistent One in the chamber, thirty-two in the clip Motherfuckers better strip, (Yeah, nigga, peel!) Before you find out how blue steel feel Man, niggas come through, I'm takin' high school rings too Bitches get ********* for their earrings and bangles And when I rock her and drop her, I'm taking her door knockers And if she's resistant: blakka, blakka, blakka Tell him Biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do? Hey bitch, hey bitch, gimme your money bitch () Gimme the loot, gimme the loot () Gimme the loot, gimme the loot () Gimme the loot, gimme the loot () Gimme the loot, gimme the loot () () Gimme the loot, gimme the loot () Gimme the loot, gimme the loot () Gimme the loot, gimme the loot () Gimme the loot, gimme the loot () () Where at? Man, I throw him in the fiend you grab the fucking cream And if he start to scream, bom-bom, have a nice dream Hold up, he got a fucking bitch in the car Fur coats and diamonds, she think she a superstar Yo, chill, shorty, let me do that Just get the fucking car keys and cruise up the block The bitch act shocked getting shot on the spot Be cool, fool They ain't gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts I guess to get his life tooken I just came home, ain't trying to see Central Booking Oh shit, now he looking in my face You better haul ass 'cause I ain't with no fucking chase So lace up your boots, 'cause I'm about to shoot A true motherfucker going out for the loot Take that motherfuckers