ARTIST(s):        Notorious BIG
SONG TITLE:      Gimme The Loot
ALBUM:              Ready To Die
BY:                      Loenatic(rifhat)*

Yeah. Motherfuckers better know... huh, huh. Lock your windows,
close your doors. Biggie Smalls, huh...yeah. 
[Verse One:]
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? 
Motherfucking 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 fucking 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 
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's sure to die
That's my word, nigga even try to bogart 
have his mother singing "It's so hard..."
Yes, love love you're fucking attitude 
because the nigga play pussy that's the nigga 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 bitches too 
up the herring bones and bamboos 
I wouldn't give fuck if you're pregnant 
Give me the baby rings and a #1 MOM pendant 
I'm slamming niggaz like Shaquille, shit is real 
When it's time to eat a meal I rob and steal 
'cos Mom Duke ain't giving me shit 
so for the bread and butter I leave niggaz in the gutter 
Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous 
Crazier than a bag of fucking Angel Dust 
When I bust my gat motherfuckers take dirt naps 
I'm all that and a dime sack, where the payback?
[Verse Two:]
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up 
and I'm shooting niggaz 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 
'cos when I lick shots the shits is persistent 
Huh, 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 an itchy one grip 
One in the chamber, 32 in the clip 
Motherfuckers better strip, yeah nigga peel 
before you find out how blue steel feel 
from the Beretta, putting all the holes in your sweater 
The money getter motherfuckers don't have better 
Rolex watches and colourful Swatches 
I'm digging in pockets, motherfuckers can't stop it 
Man, niggaz come through I'm taking high school rings too 
Bitches get stripped down 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 bitch he can get robbed too 
Tell him Biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do?
I hope apologetic or I'm a have to set it
and if I set it the cocksucker won't forget it 
[Verse Three:]
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 fucking C.R.E.A.M 
and if he start to scream "bam! bam!", have a nice dream 
Hold up, he got a fucking bitch 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 fucking car keys and cruise up the block 
The bitch act shocked, gettin 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 lookin?) I guess to get his life tooken
I just came home, ain't trying to see Central Booking 
Oh shit, now he lookin in my face 
You better haul ass 'cos I ain't with no fucking chase 
So lace up your boots, 'cos I'm about to shoot 
A true motherfucker going out for the loot