Gimme The Loot Lyrics

The Notorious B.I.G.


publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Trevor Smith, James Jackson, Bryan Higgins, Christopher Wallace, Osten Harvey, Malik Taylor, Fred Scruggs, Chris Martin, Kirk Jones, Tyrone Taylor, Keith Elam, Kamall Fareed, Parker Chylow, Ali Shaheed Muhammad
album: Track 3 in album Ready to Die
release date: 1994-9-13
popularity : 11 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Gangsta/Thug Rap
length: 5:05
producer: Easy Mo Bee
vocal: The Notorious B.I.G.
mixer: Greg Pinto
recorded by: Greg Pinto
composer: Chris Martin, Trevor Tahiem Smith, Jr., Keith Elam, Malik Isaac Taylor, Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, James Jackson, Ali Shaheed Muhammad, Christopher Wallace, Osten Harvey, Jr., Tyrone Taylor, Fredro Scruggs, Jr., Kirk Jones, Bryan Higgins

Cover Art

The Notorious B.I.G. Ready to Die cover art
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Yeah
************s 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?
**********ing 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 ****ing 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
*****, you ain't got to explain ****
I've been robbin ************s since the slave ships
with the same clip and the same four-five
Two point-blank, a ************'s sure to die
That's my word, ***** even try to bogart
have his mother singing "It's so hard..."
Yes Love, love your ****ing attitude
because the ***** play ***** that's the ***** 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 *****es too
up the herring bones and bamboos
I wouldn't give **** if you're pregnant
Give me the baby rings and a #1 MOM pendant
I'm slamming *****z like Shaquille, **** is real
When it's time to eat a meal I rob and steal
cause Mom Duke ain't giving me ****
so for the bread and butter I leave *****z in the gutter
Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous
Crazier than a bag of ****ing Angel Dust
When I bust my gat ************s take dirt naps
I'm all that and a dime sack, where the paper at?
("But he's sticking you, and taking all of your money..")

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
("I'm a bad, bad, boy..")
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
("I'm a bad, bad, boy..")
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
("I'm a bad, bad, boy..")
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
("I'm a bad, bad, boy..")
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
("I'm a bad, bad, boy..")
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
("I'm a bad, bad, boy..")
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
("I'm a bad, bad, boy..")
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
("I'm a bad, bad, boy..")

Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
and I'm shooting *****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 shits is persistent
Huh, goodness gracious the papers
Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
*****, pass that before you get your grave dug
from the main thug, .357 slug
And my ***** Biggie got an itchy one grip
One in the chamber, 32 in the clip
************s better strip, yeah ***** peel
before you find out how blue steel feel
from the Beretta, putting all the holes in your sweater
The money getter ************s don't have better
Rolex watches and colourful Swatches
I'm digging in pockets, ************s can't stop it
Man, *****z come through I'm taking high school rings too
*****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 ***** he can get robbed too
Tell him Biggie took it, what the **** he gonna do?
I hope apologetic or I'm a have to set it
and if I set it the ********** won't forget it
("But he's sticking you, and taking all of your money..")

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
("I'm a bad, bad, boy..")
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
("I'm a bad, bad, boy..")
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
("I'm a bad, bad, boy..")
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
("I'm a bad, bad, boy..")
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
("I'm a bad, bad, boy..")
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
("I'm a bad, bad, boy..")
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
("I'm a bad, bad, boy..")
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
("I'm a bad, bad, boy..")

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 ****ing C.R.E.A.M
and if he start to scream "bam! bam!", have a nice dream
Hold up, he got a ****ing ***** 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 ****ing car keys and cruise up the block
The ***** act shocked, gettin shot on the spot
(Oh ****! The cops!) Be cool, fool
They ain't gonna roll up, all they want is ****ing doughnuts
(So why the **** he keep lookin?) I guess to get his life tooken
I just came home, ain't trying to see Central Booking
Oh ****, now he lookin in my face
You better haul *** cause I ain't with no ****ing chase
So lace up your boots, cause I'm about to shoot
A true ************ going out for the loot


Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Things Done Changed
  • 3 Gimme the Loot
  • 4 Machine Gun Funk
  • 5 Warning
  • 6 Ready to Die
  • 7 One More Chance
  • 8 Fuck Me (interlude)
  • 9 The What
  • 10 Juicy
  • 11 Everyday Struggle
  • 12 Me & My Bitch
  • 13 Big Poppa
  • 14 Respect
  • 15 Friend of Mine
  • 16 Unbelievable
  • 17 Suicidal Thoughts