Yeah, mother***ers better know, I'm a bad boy Lock your windows, close your doors, if you're small, huh, yeah I'm a bad boy 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 vest 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 blade, a mother***er's sure to die That's my word, nigga, even try 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 Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous Crazier than a bag of ***in' angel dust When I bust my gap, 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 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 I'm a bad boy Gimme the loot, gimme the loot I'm a bad boy 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 In 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 itchy 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 spooked 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? Now I hope I'm apologetic Or I might have to set it And if I set it The cocksucker won't forget it Hey bitch, hey bitch Gimme the money, bitch Man, listen All this walkin' is hurting my feet Where money looks sweet Where? In the Isuzu Jeep I know I'm in a fiend You *** the ***in' green And if he start to scream BAM, BAM 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 gas 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 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 Take that, mother***ers