Chords for Gimme the Loot (2005 Remaster)

_ _ _ Yeah, _ motherfuckers better know
_ _ I'm a bad boy _
_ Lock your windows, close your doors
When you're small, huh, yeah
_ _ I'm a bad boy
My man Truth left a tech [Gb] 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?
Motherfuckin' right, my pocket's lookin' kinda tight
And I'm stressed, yo, Biggie, let me get the vest
No need for that, just grab the fuckin' yak
The first pocket that's fat, the tech is to his back
Word is born, I'ma smoke him, yo, don't fake, [Bbm] no moves
Treat it like bot, and stick and move, stick and move
Nigga, you ain't got to explain shit
I been robbin' motherfuckers since the slave ship
With the same clip and the same four-five
Two-point black, a motherfucker sure to die
That's my word, nigga, he even tried to vote God
Have his mother sing it, it's so hard
Yes, love, love your fuckin' attitude
Because the nigga play pussy, that's the nigga that's gettin' screwed
And bruised up from the pistol [Bb] whippin'
Wets 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 fuck if you're in error
Give me the baby rings and the number one mom pendant
I'm slammin' niggas like Shaquille, shit is real
When it's time to eat a meal, I rob and steal
Cause mom's soup ain't givin' me shit
So for the bread and butter, I leave niggas in the gutter
Word to mother, I'm dangerous, crazier than a bag of fuckin' [D] angel [Bb] duck
When I bust my gap, motherfuckers take dirt [E] naps
I'm all that and a dom sack with a [F] paper hat _ _ _ _
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_ [Bbm] Big up, big up, it's a stick [Gb] up, stick up
And I'm shootin' niggas quick if you hiccup
[E] Don't let me throw my clip up in your back and [Bbm] headpiece
The opposite of [Abm] peace, [Gb] sendin' mom Duke a wreath
You're talkin' to the robbery expert
Step into your wake with your blood on my shirt
So be a jerk and get smoked over bein' [Bbm] resistant
Cause when I lick shots, the shit's as 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 [Abm] a inchy one grip
One in the chamber, 32 in the [Gb] clip
Motherfuckers better [E] 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
[Bbm] Motherfuckers know the better
Rolex watches and colorful swatches
I'm diggin' in pockets, motherfuckers can't stop it
Man, niggas [Abm] come through, I'm [Gb] takin' high school rings [E] too
Bitches get sneaky for the earrings and bangles
[Ab] And when I rock her and drop her, I'm takin' her doorknockers
And if she's with us, then fuck her, fuck her, fuck her
So go get your man, bitch, [N] he can get robbed too
Tell him Biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do?
I hope apologetic, or I'ma have to set it
And if I set it, the cocksucker won't forget [F]
it
Hey, [A] bitch, hey, bitch, give me your money, bitch
Give me [Ebm] the loot, give me the loot
I'm a bad ass dude
Give me the loot, give me the loot
I'm a bad ass dude
Give me the loot, give me the loot
I'm a bad ass dude
Give me the loot, give me the loot
Give me the loot, give me the loot
I'm a bad ass dude
Give me the loot, give me the loot
I'm a bad ass dude
Give me the loot, give me the loot
I'm a bad ass dude
Give me the loot, give me the loot
Give me the loot, give me the loot
Man, [A] listen, all this walkin' is hurtin' my feet
Umani looks [E] sweet, where at?
In the Isuzu [Bbm] Jeep
Man, I throw him in the Vein, you grab the fuckin' green
And if he start to scream, BOMB, BOMB, have a nice dream
Hold up, he got a fuckin' bitch in the car
Fur coats and diamonds, she thinks she a superstar
Oh, Biggie, let me jack her, I kick her in the back
Hit her with the gas!
Chill shorty, let me do that.
Just get the fucking car keys and cruise up the block.
The bitch act shot, getting shot on the spot.
Oh shit, the cops!
Be [B] cool, fool.
They ain't gonna roll up.
All they want is fucking [Bb] doughnuts.
So why the fuck you keep looking?
I just to get his life cooking.
I just came [Bbm] home, ain't trying to see Central Booking.
Oh shit, now he looking in my face.
You better haul ass, cause I ain't with no fucking chase.
So lace up your boots, cause I'm about to shoot.
A true motherfucker going out for the loot.
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He's Rick Black, [Bb] motherfuckers! _ _ _ _