The Notorious B.I.G. – Gimme The Loot

Download another hot mp3 song by The Notorious B.I.G a.k.a Biggie and this song is titled “Gimme The Loot”.

Actually this amazing song is popped out his album which is titled ‘Ready To Die’ which is released in ’13 Sep 1994′.

 

Listen up below!.

 

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Gimme the loot lyrics

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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