Man, listen, all this walkin' is hurtin' my feet I'm taking all your money (gimme your money, bitch) (Hey, bitch, hey bitch) when he's sticking you Gimme the loot All night long Gimme the loot To build my throne Look A.M. woman on Gimme the Loot, Puffy said, You got to say that in a different way. Tell him Biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do? (Man)Īnd if I said it, the cocksucker won't forget it Sitting at the board, watching Biggie record lyrics, Puffy searched for. So go get your man, bitch, he can get robbed too Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (scratching 'I'm a bad, bad, boy.') Notorious B. Man, niggas, come through, I'm taking high school rings tooīitches get str- 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 know the pedi' 'Cause when I lick shots, the shits is persistentīefore you get your grave dug from the main thug, 357 slugĪnd my nigga Biggie got an itchy one grip (huh)įrom the Beretta, puttin' all the holes in your sweater Step into 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 (What's mine is mine and what's yours is mine)īig up, big up, it's a stick-up, stick-upĪnd I'm shooting niggas quick if you hiccupĭon't let me fill my clip up in your back and headpiece (When he's sticking you, I'm taking all your money) I'm all that and a dime sack, where the paper at?
When I bust my gat, motherfuckers take dirt naps Gimme the Loot una canzone di The Notorious BIG estratta dal leggendario album Ready to Die. So for the bread and butter I leave niggas in the gutter When it's time to eat a meal, I rob and steal I'm slamming niggas like Shaquille, shit is real Give me the baby rings and a Number One Mom pendant (huh) Then I'm dippin' up the block, and I'm robbin' bitches too Webs on the neck from the necklace strippin' 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'ma smoke him, yo, don't fake no moves (what?) The first pocket that's fat, the TEC is to his back No need for that, just grab the fucking gat Motherfuckin' right, my pocket's looking kind of tightĪnd I'm stressed, yo, Biggie, let me get the vest A one-to-three, he be home the end of '93
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