Yeah, motherfuckers better know
Huh, huh 
Lock your windows, close your doors
Biggie Smalls
Huh, yeah
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
Im ready to get this paper, G, you with me?
Motherfuckin right, my pockets lookin kinda tight
And Im stressed
Yo, Biggie let me get the vest
No need for that, just grab the fuckin gat
The first pocket thats fat, the TEC is to his back
Word is bond, Ima smoke him, yo, dont fake no moves 
Treat it like boxin, stick and move, stick and move
Nigga, you aint got to explain shit
Ive been robbin motherfuckers since the slave ships
With the same clip and the same four-five
Two point blank, a motherfucker sure to die
Thats my word, nigga even try to bogard
Have his mother singin, Its so hard
Yes, love, love your fuckin attitude
Because the nigga play pussy
Thats the nigga thats gettin screwed
And bruised up from the pistol whippin
Welts on the neck from the necklace strippin
Then Im dippin up the block and Im robbin bitches, too
Up the herringbones and bamboos
I wouldnt give a fuck if youre tnangerp
Give me the baby rings and the #1 Mom pendant
Im slammin niggas like Shaquille, shit is real
When its time to eat a meal I rob and steal
Cause mom duke aint givin me shit
So for the bread and butter, I leave niggas in the gutter
Huh, word to mother, Im dangerous
Crazier than a bag of fuckin angel dust
When I bust my gat, motherfuckers take dirt naps
Im all that and a dime sack, where the paper at?
When hes stickin you and takin all of your money
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot 
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot 
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot 
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot 
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot 
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot 
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot 
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot 
Big up! Big up! Its a stick up! Stick up!
And Im shootin niggas quick if ya hiccup
Dont let me fill my clip up in ya back and headpiece
The opposite of peace, sendin mom duke a wreath
Youre talkin to the robbery expert
Step into your wake with your blood on my shirt
Dont 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, 
Before you find out how blue steel feel
From the Beretta, puttin all the holes in ya sweater
The money-getter, motherfuckers dont know better
Rolex watches and colorful Swatches
Im diggin in pockets, motherfuckers cant stop it
Man, niggas come through, Im takin high school rings too
Bitches get  for their earrings and bangles
And when I rock her and drop her, Im taking her door knockers
And if shes 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 Im a have to set it
And if I set it, the cocksucker wont forget it
Hey bitch, hey bitch, gimme your money bitch 
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot 
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot 
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot 
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot 
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot 
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot 
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot 
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot 
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, Ill 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 aint 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, aint trying to see Central Booking
Oh shit, now he looking in my face
You better haul ass cause I aint with no fucking chase
So lace up your boots, cause Im about to shoot
A true motherfucker going out for the loot
Take that motherfuckers