Gimme the Loot - Intellectual

[Intro: Notorious B.I.G.]

Yeah, motherfuckers better know

Huh, huh (I'm a bad, bad, bad)

Lock your windows, close your doors

Biggie Smalls

Huh, yeah

(I'm a bad, bad, bad)

[Verse 1]

My man Inf left a TEC and a nine at my crib

Turned him self 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?

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, I'ma 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 herringbones and bamboos

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

Give me the baby rings and the #1 Mom pendant

I'm slammin' niggas like Shaquille, shit is real

When it's time to eat a meal I rob and steal

'Cause 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?

[Interlude]

When he's stickin' you and takin' all of your money

[Chorus]

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)

(What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine)

[Verse 2]

Big up! Big up! It's a stick up! Stick up!

And I'm shootin' niggas quick if ya hiccup

Don't let me fill my clip up in ya 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

'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

Three fifty-seven slug

And my nigga Biggie got a 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, puttin' all the holes in ya sweater

The money-getter, motherfuckers know the pedi'

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 delgnarts for their earrings and bangles

And when I rock her and drop her, I'm taking 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?

Man I hope apologetic or I'm a have to set it

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

[Interlude]

Hey bitch, hey bitch, gimme your money bitch (When he's stickin' you and takin' all your money)

[Chorus]

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)

(What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine)

[Verse 3]

Man listen, all this walkin' is hurtin' my feet

Ooh, money looks sweet

Where at? 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 motherfucker going out for the loot

[Outro]

Take that motherfuckers