Intro
Yeah, mothaf kas better know
I'm a bad bad bad
Lock your windows, close your doors
Biggie Smalls
Notorious B.I.G.
My man Inf left a Tec and a 9 at my crib
Turned his self in, he had to do a bid
A 1 to 3, he be home the end of '93
I'm ready to get this
paper, G: you with me?
Young Biggie
Motherf king right, my
pockets looking kinda tight
And I'm stressed
Yo, Biggie let me get the vest
Notorious B.I.G.
No need for that, just
grab the f king gat
The first pocket that's
fat, the Tec is to his back
Word is bond, I'mma smoke him,
yo, don't fake no moves (what?)
Treat it like bo ing, stick
and move, stick and move
Young Biggie
Nigga, you ain't got to e plain s t
I've been robbing motherf kas
since the slave ships
With the same clip and the same .45
Two point blank, a
motherf ker sure to die
That's my word, n a even try to bogart
Have his mother singing, it's so hard
Notorious B.I.G.
Yes love, love your f king attitude
Because the n a play pussy, that's
the n a 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 bitches too
Up the herringbones and bamboos
I wouldn't give a f k
if you're pregnant
Give me the baby rings
and the 1 Mom pendant
Young Biggie
I'm slamming niggas like
Shaquille, s t is real
When it's time to eat a
meal, I rob and steal
Cause mom dukes ain't giving me s t
So for the bread and butter
I leave niggas in the gutter
Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous
Crazier than a bag of f king angel dust
When I bust my Gat,
mothaf kas take dirt naps
I'm all that, and a dime
sack, where the paper at?
Interlude
When he's sticking you and
taking all of your money
Hook
Gimme the loot, gimme the
loot (I'm a bad bad bad) 4
(What's mines is mines
and what's yours is mine)
2
Notorious B.I.G.
Big up, big up, it's
a stick up, stick up
And I'm shooting niggas
quick if ya hiccup
Don't let me fill my clip
up in ya back and headpiece
The opposite of peace,
sending Mom duke a wreath
You're talking to the robbery e pert
Step into your wake with
your blood on my shirt
Don't be a jerk and get
smoked over being resistant
Cause when I lick shots,
them shits is persistent
Young Biggie
Goodness gracious, the papers!
Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
n a pass that
Before you get your grave dug
from the main thug .357 slug
And my n a Biggie got a itchy one grip
Notorious B.I.G.
One in the chamber,
thirty two in the clip
Motherf kas better
strip, (yeah nigga, peel)
Before you find out how blue steel feel
Young Biggie
From the Beretta, putting
all the holes in ya sweater
The money getter, motherf kas
don't know better
Role watches and colorful Swatches
I'm digging in pockets,
motherf kas can't stop it
Notorious B.I.G.
Man niggas come through I'm
taking high school rings too
Bitches get strangled for
their earrings and bangles
And when I rock her and drop
her, I'm taking her doorknockers
And if she's resistant:
blakka, blakka, blakka
Young Biggie
So go get your man bitch,
he can get robbed too
Notorious B.I.G.
Tell him Biggie took it,
what the f k he gonna do?
Man I hope apologetic
or I'm a have to set it
And if I set it, the
cocksucker won't forget it
Interlude
Hey bitch, hey bitch, gimme your
money b h (when he's sticking
you and taking all your money)
Hook
