Karaoké Gimme the Loot The Notorious B.I.G.

Yeah

Motherfuckers better know

Huh huh

Lock your windows

Close your doors

Biggie Smalls

Uh 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 ninety-three

I'm ready to get this paper G

You with me

Motherfuckin' right

My pockets lookin' kinda tight

And I'm stressed

Yo Biggie let me get the vest

No need for that

Just grab the fuckin' gat

The first pocket that's fat the TEC is to his back

Word is bond

Imma smoke him

Yo don't fake no moves

What

Treat it like boxin'

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 sure to die

That's my word

Nigga even try to bogard

Have his mother singin'

It's so hard

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 herrin' bones and bamboos

I wouldn't give a fuck if you're ******

Give me the baby rings and the Number-One-Mom pendant

I'm slammin' niggas like Shaquille

Shit is real

When it's time to eat a meal

I rob and steal

'Cos 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 you hiccup

Don't let me fill my clip up in your 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

'Cos when I lick shots them shits is persistent

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

Three fifty-seven slug

And my nigga Biggie got a itchy one grip

Huh one in the chamber

Thirty-two in the clip

Motherfuckers better strip

Yeah nigga peel

Yeah nigga

Peel

Before you find out how blue steel feel

From the Beretta

Puttin' all the holes in your sweater

The money-getter

Motherfuckers don't know better

Rolex watches and colorful Swatches

I'm diggin' in pockets

Motherfuckers can't stop it

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 takin' her door knockers

And if she's resistant

Blakka blakka blakka

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 Imma have to set it

And if I set it the cocksucker won't forget it

Hey bitch

When he's stickin' you

Hey bitch

Gimme your money bitch and takin' all your money

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 walkin' is hurtin' my feet

Ooh money looks sweet

Where at

Man I throw him in the fiend

In the Isuzu Jeep you grab the fuckin' cream

And if he start to scream

Bom bom, have a nice dream

Hold up

He got a fuckin' bitch in the car

Fur coats and diamonds

She think she a superstar

Ooh Biggie let me jack her

I'll kick her in the back

Hit her with the gat

Yo chill shorty

Let me do that

Just get the fuckin' 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 fuckin' doughnuts

So why the fuck he keep lookin'

I guess to get his life tooken

I just came home

Ain't tryin' to see

Central Booking

Oh shit

Now he lookin' in my face

You better haul ass 'cos I ain't with no fuckin' chase

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

A true motherfucker goin' out for the loot

Take that motherfuckers