Intro:
Yeah. motherfuckers better know... huh huh. lock your windows
Close your doors. biggie smalls huh...yeah.
Verse one:
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 and'93
Iand'm ready to get this paper g you with me?
Motherfucking right my pocketand's looking kind of tight
And iand'm stressed yo biggie let me get the vest
No need for that, just grab the fucking gat
The first pocket thatand's fat the tec is to his back
Word is bond, iand'm a smoke him yo donand't fake no moves (what?)
Treat it like boxing: stick and move, stick and move
Nigga, you ainand't got to explain shit
Iand've been robbin motherfuckers since the slave ships
With the same clip and the same four-five
Two point-blank, a motherfuckerand's sure to die
Thatand's my word, nigga even try to bogart
Have his mother singing andquot;itand's so hard...andquot;
Yes, love love youand're fucking attitude
Because the nigga play pussy thatand's the nigga thatand's getting screwed
And bruised up from the pistol whipping
Webs on the neck from the necklace stripping
Then iand'm dipping up the block and iand'm robbing bitches too
Up the herring bones and bamboos
I wouldnand't give fuck if youand're pregnant
Give me the baby rings and a #1 mom pendant
Iand'm slamming niggaz like shaquille, shit is real
When itand's time to eat a meal i rob and steal
and'cos mom duke ainand't giving me shit
So for the bread and butter i leave niggaz in the gutter
Huh, word to mother, iand'm dangerous
Crazier than a bag of fucking angel dust
When i bust my gat motherfuckers take dirt naps
Iand'm all that and a dime sack, where the payback?
Verse two:
Big up, big up, itand's a stick up, stick up
And iand'm shooting niggaz quick if you hiccup
Donand't let me fill my clip up in your back and head piece
The opposite of peace sending mom duke a wreath
Youand're talking to the robbery expert
Stepping to your wake with your blood on my shirt
Donand't be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant
and'cos when i lick shots the shits is persistent
Huh, 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 an itchy one grip
One in the chamber, 32 in the clip
Motherfuckers better strip, yeah nigga peel
Before you find out how blue steel feel
From the beretta, putting all the holes in your sweater
The money getter motherfuckers donand't have better
Rolex watches and colourful swatches
Iand'm digging in pockets, motherfuckers canand't stop it
Man, niggaz come through iand'm taking high school rings too
Bitches get stripped down for they earrings and bangles
And when i rock her and drop her iand'm taking her door knockers
And if sheand's resistant andquot;baka! baka! baka!andquot;
So go get your man bitch he can get robbed too
Tell him biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do?
I hope apologetic or iand'm a have to set it
And if i set it the cocksucker wonand't forget it
Verse three:
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 fucking c.r.e.a.m
And if he start to scream andquot;bam! bam!andquot;, have a nice dream
Hold up, he got a fucking bitch 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 fucking car keys and cruise up the block
The bitch act shocked, gettin shot on the spot
(oh shit! the cops!) be cool, fool
They ainand't gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts
(so why the fuck he keep lookin?) i guess to get his life tooken
I just came home, ainand't trying to see central booking
Oh shit, now he lookin in my face
You better haul ass and'cos i ainand't with no fucking chase
So lace up your boots, and'cos iand'm about to shoot
A true motherfucker going out for the loot
