"Gimme The Loot" as written by Osten S Harvey, Christopher Wallace, Trevor Smith, Ali Shaheed Jones-muhammad, Malik Izaak Taylor, Bryan Higgins, James Jackson, Kamal Ibn John Fareed, Tyrone George Taylor, Kirk Jones, Freddie Scruggs, Keith...
Yeah, mothafuckas better know
I'm a bad bad bad
Lock your windows, close your doors
Biggie Smalls

My man Inf left a TEC and a 9 at my crib
Turned his self in, he had to do a bid
A 1-to-3, he be home the end of '93
I'm ready to get this paper, G: you with me?

Motherfucking right, my pockets looking kinda 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'ma smoke him, yo, don't fake no moves (what?)
Treat it like boxing, stick and move, stick and move

Nigga, you ain't got to explain shit
I've been robbing motherfuckas since the slave ships
With the same clip and the same .45
Two point blank, a motherfucker sure to die
That's my word, nigga even try to bogart
Have his mother singing, "It's so hard."

Yes, love, love your fucking attitude
Because the nigga play pussy, that's the nigga that's getting screwed
And bruised up from the pistol whipping
Welts on the neck from the necklace stripping
Then I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing bitches too
Up the herringbones and bamboos
I wouldn't give a fuck if you're pregnant
Give me the baby rings and the #1 Mom pendant

I'm slamming niggas like Shaquille, shit is real
When it's time to eat a meal, I rob and steal
'Cause mom dukes ain't giving 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 fucking angel dust
When I bust my gat, mothafuckas take dirt naps
I'm all that, and a dime sack, where the paper at?

When he's sticking you and taking all of your money

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
(What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
(What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine)

Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
And I'm shooting niggas quick if ya hiccup
Don't let me fill my clip up in ya back and headpiece
The opposite of peace, sending mom duke a wreath
You're talking to the robbery expert
Step into your wake with your blood on my shirt
Don't be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant
'Cause 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 .357 slug
And my nigga Biggie got a itchy one grip

One in the chamber, thirty-two in the clip
Motherfuckas better strip, (yeah nigga, peel)
Before you find out how blue steel feel

From the Beretta, putting all the holes in ya sweater
The money-getter, motherfuckas don't know better
Rolex watches and colorful Swatches
I'm digging in pockets, motherfuckas can't stop it

Man niggas come through I'm taking high school rings too
Bitches get strangled for their earrings and bangles
And when I rock her and drop her, I'm taking her doorknockers
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?
Man I hope apologetic or I'm a have to set it
And if I set it, the cocksucker won't forget it

Hey bitch, hey bitch, gimme your money bitch (when he's sticking you and taking all your money)

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
(What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
(What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine)

Man listen, all this walking is hurting my feet
Ooh money looks sweet

Where?

In the Isuzu jeep

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

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 fucking car keys and cruise up the block
The bitch act shocked getting 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 looking?

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 motherfucka going out for the loot

Take that motherfuckers


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"Gimme the Loot" as written by James Jackson Trevor Smith

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  • +2
    General Commentwhat a poet
    man on tvon March 18, 2007   Link
  • +1
    General CommentI hope the above comment is a joke....

    "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."

    Dark line.
    sticky110on August 24, 2007   Link
  • +1
    General Commentsick track ill rhymes.

    pretty self explanatory song

    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!"

    brother is not playin bout gettin the loot lmao
    A Lloydon December 31, 2008   Link
  • 0
    General CommentDude went bonkers on this track.
    Relapseron March 30, 2007   Link
  • 0
    General Commentthe rhymes on this song....crazy.
    thestateradioon April 06, 2007   Link
  • 0
    General Commentwhat a bad ass..
    cmdillon July 15, 2007   Link
  • 0
    General Commenteven on the xplicit version..."wouldnt give a fuck if you're pregnant" is bleeped out
    jimnorton13on August 01, 2007   Link
  • 0
    General Commentits SO fuckin cool when he says

    chill, Shorty, let me do that

    in accapella
    jimnorton13on August 01, 2007   Link
  • 0
    General Commentanyone know who the other rapper is?
    cato1210on August 16, 2007   Link
  • 0
    General Commentthis song is lyrically brilliant as well as representative of the exact thing rap doesn't really need to be preaching... if you gotta defend your drug property when you can't have a proper authority do it for you, that's one thing, but just stealing shit is fucked up...

    i would've really liked to see biggie mature in his lyrical content cuz he is smooth as hell and just NICE overall
    jimsweet07on October 31, 2007   Link

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