text: Yeah, motherfuckers better know
  Huh, huh 
  Lock your windows, close your doors
  Biggie Smalls
  Huh, yeah
  My man Inf left a TEC and a nine at my crib
  Turned him self in, he had to do a bid
  A one-to-three, he be home the end of 93
  Im ready to get this paper, G, you with me?
  Motherfuckin right, my pockets lookin kinda tight
  And Im stressed
  Yo, Biggie let me get the vest
  No need for that, just grab the fuckin gat
  The first pocket thats fat, the TEC is to his back
  Word is bond, Ima smoke him, yo, dont fake no moves 
  Treat it like boxin, stick and move, stick and move
  Nigga, you aint got to explain shit
  Ive been robbin motherfuckers since the slave ships
  With the same clip and the same four-five
  Two point blank, a motherfucker sure to die
  Thats my word, nigga even try to bogard
  Have his mother singin, Its so hard
  Yes, love, love your fuckin attitude
  Because the nigga play pussy
  Thats the nigga thats gettin screwed
  And bruised up from the pistol whippin
  Welts on the neck from the necklace strippin
  Then Im dippin up the block and Im robbin bitches, too
  Up the herringbones and bamboos
  I wouldnt give a fuck if youre tnangerp
  Give me the baby rings and the #1 Mom pendant
  Im slammin niggas like Shaquille, shit is real
  When its time to eat a meal I rob and steal
  Cause mom duke aint givin me shit
  So for the bread and butter, I leave niggas in the gutter
  Huh, word to mother, Im dangerous
  Crazier than a bag of fuckin angel dust
  When I bust my gat, motherfuckers take dirt naps
  Im all that and a dime sack, where the paper at?
  When hes stickin you and takin all of your money
  Gimme the loot, gimme the loot 
  Gimme the loot, gimme the loot 
  Gimme the loot, gimme the loot 
  Gimme the loot, gimme the loot 
  Gimme the loot, gimme the loot 
  Gimme the loot, gimme the loot 
  Gimme the loot, gimme the loot 
  Gimme the loot, gimme the loot 
  Big up! Big up! Its a stick up! Stick up!
  And Im shootin niggas quick if ya hiccup
  Dont let me fill my clip up in ya back and headpiece
  The opposite of peace, sendin mom duke a wreath
  Youre talkin to the robbery expert
  Step into your wake with your blood on my shirt
  Dont be a jerk and get smoked over bein resistant
  Cause when I lick shots them shits 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
  Three fifty-seven slug
  And my nigga Biggie got a itchy one grip
  One in the chamber, thirty-two in the clip
  Motherfuckers better strip, 
  Before you find out how blue steel feel
  From the Beretta, puttin all the holes in ya sweater
  The money-getter, motherfuckers dont know better
  Rolex watches and colorful Swatches
  Im diggin in pockets, motherfuckers cant stop it
  Man, niggas come through, Im takin high school rings too
  Bitches get  for their earrings and bangles
  And when I rock her and drop her, Im taking her door knockers
  And if shes resistant: blakka, blakka, blakka
  So go get your man, bitch, he can get robbed, too
  Tell him Biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do?
  Man I hope apologetic or Im a have to set it
  And if I set it, the cocksucker wont forget it
  Hey bitch, hey bitch, gimme your money bitch 
  Gimme the loot, gimme the loot 
  Gimme the loot, gimme the loot 
  Gimme the loot, gimme the loot 
  Gimme the loot, gimme the loot 
  Gimme the loot, gimme the loot 
  Gimme the loot, gimme the loot 
  Gimme the loot, gimme the loot 
  Gimme the loot, gimme the loot 
  Man listen, all this walkin is hurtin my feet
  Ooh, money looks sweet
  Where at? In the Isuzu Jeep
  Man, I throw him in the fiend you grab the fucking cream
  And if he start to scream, bom-bom, have a nice dream
  Hold up, he got a fucking bitch in the car
  Fur coats and diamonds, she think she a superstar
  Ooh, Biggie let me jack her, Ill 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 getting shot on the spot
  Oh shit, the cops
  Be cool, fool
  They aint gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts
  So why the fuck he keep looking?
  I guess to get his life tooken
  I just came home, aint trying to see Central Booking
  Oh shit, now he looking in my face
  You better haul ass cause I aint with no fucking chase
  So lace up your boots, cause Im about to shoot
  A true motherfucker going out for the loot
  Take that motherfuckers