Gimme The Loot Lyrics - Ready To Die - Notorious B.i.g.

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 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? 

Motherfucking 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 fucking 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?) 

Treat it like boxing: stick and move, stick and move 

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Nigga, you ain't got to explain shit 

I've been robbin motherfuckers since the slave ships 

With the same clip and the same four-five 

Two point-blank, a motherfucker'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 fucking attitude 

Because the nigga play pussy that's the nigga 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 bitches too 

Up the herring bones and bamboos 

I wouldn't give fuck if you're pregnant 

Give me the baby rings and a #1 mom pendant 

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I'm slamming niggaz 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 niggaz in the gutter 

Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous 

Crazier than a bag of fucking angel dust 

When I bust my gat motherfuckers take dirt naps 

I'm all that and a dime sack, where the paper at? 

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 

'cos 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 

Motherfuckers 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 motherfuckers don't have better 

Rolex watches and colourful swatches 

I'm digging in pockets, motherfuckers can't stop it 

Man, niggaz come through I'm taking high school rings too 

Bitches 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 bitch he can get robbed too 

Tell him biggie took it, what the fuck 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 

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 fucking c.r.e.a.m 

And if he start to scream bam! bam!, have a nice dream 

Hold up, he got a fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking doughnuts 

(so why the fuck 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 fucking chase 

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

A true motherfucker going out for the loot