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   Treat it like boxing, stick and move, stick and move   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 number one mom pendant      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 payback?      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 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, thirty-two 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 colorful 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      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      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 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 token   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