Тональность: Bb minor
Verse 1
Bbm
Yeah, mothafuckas better know
I'm a bad bad bad
Lock your windows,
close your doors
Biggie Smalls
F
Bbm
Verse 2
Bbm
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,
Verse 3
G: you with me?
Bbm
Motherfucking right,
my pockets looking kinda tight
And I'm stressed
Verse 4
Yo, Biggie let me get the vest
Bbm
No need for that, just grab the fucking gat
The first pocket that's fat,
the TEC is to his back
Word is bond, I'ma smoke him, yo, don't
fake no moves (what?)
Treat it like boxing, stick and move,
stick and move
Verse 5
Bbm
Nigga, you ain't got to explain shit
I've been robbing motherfuckas since the
slave ships
With the same clip and the same .45
Two point blank,
a motherfucker sure to die
That's my word,
nigga even try to bogart
Have his mother singing, "it's so hard"
Verse 6
Bbm
Bb
Bbm
Yes, love, love your fucking attitude
Because the nigga play pussy,
that's the nigga 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 fuck
if you're pregnant
Give me the baby rings and
Verse 7
the #1 Mom pendant
Bbm
I'm slamming niggas like
Shaquille, shit is real
When it's time to eat a meal,
I rob and steal
'Cause mom dukes ain't giving me shit
So for the bread and butter I leave
niggas in the gutter
Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous
Crazier than a bag of fucking angel dust
When I bust my gat,
mothafuckas take dirt naps
I'm all that, and a dime sack,
Verse 8
F
When he's sticking you and taking
all of your money
Verse 9
Bbm
Gimme the loot,
F
gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
Bbm
Gimme the loot,
Cb
gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
Gb
Bbm
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
(I'm a bad bad bad)
Gimme the loot,
gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
(What's mines is mines and what's
Gimme the loot,
Bbm
gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
Gimme the loot,
Gb
Bbm
gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
Gimme the loot,
gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
F
Bbm
Gimme the loot,
gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
(What's mines is mines
F
Bbm
and what's yours is mine)
Verse 10
Bbm
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,
F
sending mom duke a wreath
Bbm
You're talking to the robbery expert
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,
Verse 11
them shits is persistent
Bbm
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
Verse 12
Bb
One in the chamber,
Bbm
thirty-two in in the clip
Motherfuckas better strip,
(yeah nigga, peel)
Before you find out how blue steel feel
Verse 13
Bbm
From the Beretta,
putting all the holes in ya sweater
The money-getter,
motherfuckas don't know better
Rolex watches and colorful
Swatches
I'm digging in pockets,
motherfuckas can't stop it
Verse 14
Bbm
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
So go get your man bitch,
Verse 15
he can get robbed too
Bbm
Tell him Biggie took it, what the
fuck he gonna do?
Bb
Man I hope apologetic or I'm
a have to set it
Bbm
And if I set it, the cocksucker won't for
Verse 16
F
Hey bitch, hey bitch, gimme your money bitch
Bbm
F
(when he's sticking you an d taking all your money)
Verse 17
Bbm
Gimme the loot,
F
gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
Bbm
Bb
gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
Bbm
Gimme the loot,
gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
Bb
gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
Bbm
Bb
(What's mines is mines and what's
Bbm
yours is mine)
Gimme the loot,
Gb
Cb
gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
Gimme the loot,
Bbm
gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
Gimme the loot,
gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad)
F
Bbm
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
(I'm a bad bad bad)
(What's mines is mines
Gb
and what's yours is mine)
Verse 18
F
Bbm
Man listen, all this walking
is hurting my feet
Ooh money looks sweet
Where?
F
In the Isuzu jeep Man, I
Verse 19
Bbm
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
Verse 20
Bbm
Ooh Biggie let me jack her,
I'll kick her in the back
Hit her with the gat
Verse 21
Bbm
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
Verse 22
Bbm
Oh shit the cops
Verse 23
Bbm
Be cool, fool They ain't
gonna roll up,
all they want is fucking doughnuts
Verse 24
Bbm
So why the fuck he keep looking?
Verse 25
Bbm
I guess to get his life tooken
I just came home,
ain't trying to see central booking
Bbm
Oh shit, now he looking in my face
You better haul ass cause I
ain't with no fucking chase
Bbm
So lace up your boots,
'cause I'm about to shoot
A true motherfucka going
Take that motherfuckers
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