Gimme the loot lyrics4/10/2023 ![]() ![]() Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS). Get the embed code Biggie Smalls - Miscellaneous Album Lyrics1.Big Papa2.Gimme The B.I.G.5.Ready To DieBiggie Smalls Lyrics provided by So lace up your boots 'cos I'm about to shootĪ true motherfucker going out for the loot You better haul ass 'cos I ain't with no fucking chase I just came home, ain't trying to see central booking So why the fuck he keep lookin'? I guess to get his life tooken The bitch act shocked, gettin' shot on the spot Just get the fucking car keys and cruise up the block Ooh Biggie, let me jack her, I kick her in the back Hold up, he got a fucking bitch in the carįur coats and diamonds, she thinks she a superstar Man, I throw him in the beem, you grab the fucking creamĪnd if he start to scream, bam, bam, have a nice dream Man, listen all this walking is hurting my feet I hope apologetic or I'm a have to set itĪnd if I set it, the cocksucker won't forget it Tell him Biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do? So go get your man, bitch, he can get robbed too ![]() Man, niggaz come through, I'm taking high school rings tooīitches get for they earrings and banglesĪnd when I rock her and drop her, I'm taking her door knockersĪnd if she's resistant "Baka, baka, baka" I'm digging in pockets, motherfuckers can't stop it The money getter, motherfuckers don't have better Yeah nigga, peel before you find out how blue steel feelįrom the Beretta, putting all the holes in your sweater Nigga, pass that before you get your grave dugĪnd my nigga Biggie got an itchy one grip 'Cos when I lick shots, the shits is persistent Stepping to your wake with your blood on my shirtĭon't be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant The opposite of peace, sending mom Duke a wreath Well, he's stickin' you and taking all your moneyīig up, big up, it's a stick up, stick upĪnd I'm shooting niggaz quick if you hiccupĭon't let me fill my clip up in your back and head piece 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. I'm all that and a dime sack, where the paper at? When I bust my gat, motherfuckers take dirt naps So for the bread and butter, I leave niggaz in the gutter When it's time to eat a meal, I rob and steal I'm slamming niggaz like Shaquille, shit is real Give me the baby rings and a number one mom pendant ![]() Then I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing bitches too Webs on the neck from the necklace stripping That's my word, nigga, even try to bogart Two point-blank, a motherfucker's sure to die With the same clip and the same four-five I've been robbin' motherfuckers since the slave ships Treat it like boxing, stick and move, stick and move Word is bond, I'm a smoke him, yo, don't fake no moves The first pocket that's fat, the Tec is to his back No need for that, just grab the fucking gat I'm ready to get this paper, G, you with me? My man Inf left a Tec and a nine at my cribĪ one-to-three, he be home the end of '93 ![]()
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