Notorious BIG Gimme Da Loop Lyrics

Yeah
Motherf**kers better know... huh, huh
Lock your windows, close your doors
Biggie Smalls, huh... yeah
(*scratching* "I'm a bad, bad, boy..")

[Notorious B.I.G.]
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 boxing: stick and move, stick and move
n____, you ain't got to explain s___
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, n____ even try to bogart
have his mother singing "It's so hard..."
Yes, love love you're f**king attitude
because the n____ play p____ that's the n____ that's getting screwed
and bruised up from the pistol whipping
webs on the neck from the necklace stripping
Then I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing b____es too
up the herring bones and bamboos
I wouldn't give f**k if you're pregnant
Give me the baby rings and a #1 MOM pendant
I'm slamming n____z like Shaquille, s___ is real
When it's time to eat a meal I rob and steal
cause Mom Duke ain't giving me s___
so for the bread and b___er I leave n____z in the gutter
Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous
Crazier than a bag of f**king Angel Dust
When I bust my gat motherf**kers take dirt naps
I'm all that and a dime sack, where the paper at?
(*sample* "But he's sticking you, and taking all of your money..")

[Chorus 8X]
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
(*scratching* "I'm a bad, bad, boy..")

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
and I'm shooting n____z quick if you hiccup
Don't let me fill my clip up in your back and head piece
The opposite of peace sending Mom Duke a wreath

You're talking to the robbery expert
Stepping to your wake with your blood on my shirt
Don't be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant
cause when I lick shots the s___s is persistent
Huh, goodness gracious the papers
Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
n____, pass that before you get your grave dug
from the main thug, .357 slug
And my n____ Biggie got an itchy one grip
One in the chamber, 32 in the clip
Motherf**kers better strip, yeah n____ peel
before you find out how blue steel feel
from the Beretta, putting all the holes in your sweater
The money getter motherf**kers don't have better
Rolex watches and colourful Swatches
I'm digging in pockets, motherf**kers can't stop it
Man, n____z come through I'm taking high school rings too
b____es get *strangled* for they earrings and bangles
and when I rock her and drop her I'm taking her door knockers
And if she's resistant "baka! baka! baka!"
So go get your man b____ he can get robbed too
Tell him Biggie took it, what the f**k he gonna do?
I hope apologetic or I'm a have to set it
and if I set it the c___sucker won't forget it
(*sample* "But he's sticking you, and taking all of your money..")

[Chorus 8X]
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
(*scratching* "I'm a bad, bad, boy..")

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Man, listen all this walking is hurting my feet
But money looks sweet (where at?) in the Isuzu jeep
Man, I throw him in the Beem, you grab the f**king C.R.E.A.M
and if he start to scream "bam! bam!", have a nice dream
Hold up, he got a f**king b____ in the car
Fur coats and diamonds, she thinks she a superstar
Ooh Biggie, let me jack her, I kick her in the back
Hit her with the gat...
Yo chill, Shorty, let me do that
Just get the f**king car keys and cruise up the block
The b____ act shocked, gettin shot on the spot
(Oh s___! The cops!) Be cool, fool
They ain't gonna roll up, all they want is f**king doughnuts
(So why the f**k he keep lookin?) I guess to get his life tooken
I just came home, ain't trying to see Central Booking
Oh s___, now he lookin in my face
You better haul a__ cause I ain't with no f**king chase
So lace up your boots, cause I'm about to shoot
A true motherf**ker going out for the loot