Gimme the Loot

歌曲歌詞

Yeah

Motherf**kers better know huh huh

Lock your windows close your doors

Biggie Smalls huh yeah

I'm a bad bad boy

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 '93

I'm ready to get this paper G you with me

Motherf**king right my pocket's looking kind of tight

And I'm stressed yo biggie let me get the vest

No need for that just grab the f**king gat

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

Word is bond I'm a smoke him yo don't fake no moves

What

Treat it like boxingstick and move stick and move

Ni**a you ain't got to explain sht

I've been robbin motherf**kers since the slave ships

With the same clip and the same four-five

Two point-blank a motherf**ker's sure to die

That's my word ni**a even try to bogart

Have his mother singing it's so hard

Yes Love love your f**king attitude

Because the ni**a play p**sy that's the ni**a 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 b**ches too

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