Yeah, mother***ers better know, I'm a bad bitch Lock your windows, close your doors, if you're small, yeah I'm a bad bitch My man MF left a tech 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? Mother***in' right, my pockets lookin' kinda tight And I'm stressed, yo Biggie, let me get the vets No need for that, just *** the ***in' gat The first pocket that's fat, the tech is to his back Word is born, I'ma smoke him, y'all don't fake no moves Treat it like boxing, stick and move, stick and move Nigga, you ain't got to explain *** I've been robbin' mother***ers since the slave ships With the same clip and the same four-five Two-point blank, a mother***er's sure to die That's my word, nigga, he even tried to Bogart Have his mother sing it, it's so hard Yes, love, love your ***in' attitude Because the nigga play pussy, that's the nigga that's gettin' screwed And bruised up from the pistol whippin' Webs on the neck from the necklace strippin' Then I'm dippin' up the block and I'm robbin' bitches too Up the herringbones and bamboos I wouldn't give a *** if you're Pink Eric Give me the baby rings and the number one mom pendant I'm slammin' niggas like Shaquille, *** is real When it's time to eat a meal, I rob and steal Cause Mom Duke ain't givin' me *** So for the bread and butter, I leave niggas in the gutter Word to mother, I'm dangerous Crazier than a bag of ***in' angel dust When I bust my gaps, mother***ers take dirt naps I'm all that and a dime sack, where the paper at? Well, he's stickin' you and takin' all your money Gimme the loot, gimme the loot I'm a bad boy Gimme the loot, gimme the loot I'm a bad boy Gimme the loot, gimme the loot I'm a bad boy Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Yours is mine Gimme the loot, gimme the loot I'm a bad boy Gimme the loot, gimme the loot I'm a bad boy Gimme the loot, gimme the loot I'm a bad boy Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Yours is mine Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up And I'm shootin' niggas quick if you hiccup Don't let me throw my clip up in your back And headpiece the opposite of peace Sendin' Mom Duke a wreath, you're talkin' to the robbery expert Step into your wake with your blood on my shirt Don't be a jerk and get smoked over bein' resistant Cause when I link shots, the *** 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 inchy one grip One in the chamber, 32 in the clip Mother***ers better strip Yeah, nigga, peel Before you find out how blue steel feel From the Beretta Puttin' all the hoes in your sweater The money getter Mother***ers know the petter Rolex watches and colorful swatches I'm diggin' in pockets Mother***ers can't stop it Man, niggas come through I'm takin' high school rings too Bitches get spooky for the earrings and bangles And when I rock her and drop her I'm takin' her donakas And if she's resistant Baka, baka, baka So go get your man, bitch He could get robbed too Tell him Biggie took it What the *** he gonna do? Nah, I hope apologetic Or I'ma have to set it And if I set it The cocksucker won't forget it The Black Bitch The Black Bitch Hey bitch Give me the money, bitch Give me the loot, give me the loot Give me the loot Give me the loot Give me the loot, give me the loot Give me the loot, give me the loot Give me the loot, give me the loot Give me the loot, give me the loot Give me the loot, give me the loot Give me the loot, give me the loot Man, listen All this walkin' is hurtin' my feet Fool, money look sweet Where? I'm talkin' to a woman, a fiend You *** the ***in' screen And if he start to scream Bomb, bomb Have a nice dream Hold up He got a ***in' bitch in the car Fur coats and diamonds She thinks she a superstar Ooh, Biggie, let me jack her Kick her in the back Hit her with the gat Now chill, shorty Let me do that Just get the ***in' car keys And cruise up the block The bitch act shot Gettin' shot on the spot Oh ***, the cops Be cool, fool They ain't gonna roll up All they want is ***in' doughnuts So why the ***in' keep lookin'? I guess to get his life cookin' I just came home He ain't tryin' to see Central Bookin' Oh ***, now he lookin' in my face You better haul ass Cause I ain't with no ***in' chase So lace up your boots Cause I'm about to shoot A true mother***in' Goin' out for the loot