Chords for The Notorious B.I.G. - Gimme the Loot (Official Audio)

_ _ _ Yeah, _ _ motherfuckers better know _ _ I'm a bad bitch
_ _ Locked the windows, closed the doors, lived a small life, yeah
_ I'm a bad [Bbm] bitch
My man Jim left a tech and a nine [Db] at my crib
Turned [Gm] himself in, he had to do [Bbm] a bid
A one to three, he be home to end to 93
I'm ready to use this paper, G, you with me?
Motherfuckin' right, my pockets lookin' kinda tight
And I'm stressed, yo Biggie, let me get the vest
No need for that, just grab the fuckin' gat
The first pocket that's fat, the tech is to his back
Word is born, I'ma smoke him, yo, don't fake, no moves
Treat it like botany, 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 blank, a motherfucker's sure to die
That's my word, nigga, he even tried to broke guard
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 whippin'
Wefts 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 nuke 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' angel dust
When I bust my gap, motherfuckers take dirt naps
I'm all that and a dom sack, [F] where the paper at? _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ Give me the loot, give me the loot _ _ _
_ Big [Db] up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
And I'm shootin' niggas quick if you hiccup
Don't let me throw my clip up in your back and headpiece
The opposite [Bb] of peace, sendin' mom to grief
You're talkin' to the robbery expert
Step into your wake with your blood on my shirt
Don't be a jerk and get smoked [Gb] over bein' resistant
[Bbm] Cause when I lick shots, the shit is persistent
Goodness gracious, the papers, where the cash at?
Where the stash at?
Nigga, pass that
[Db] Before you get your great gut from the main thug
357 slug and my nigga Biggie got a [Gb] NG1 grip
One [Bbm] in the chamber, 32 in the clip
Motherfuckers better strip
Yeah, nigga, peel
Before you find out how loose steel feel
From the Beretta, puttin' all the hoes in your sweatshop
The money get up, motherfuckers know the pent up
Rolex watches and colorful swatches
I'm diggin' in pockets, motherfuckers can't stop it
Man, niggas [G] come through, I'm [Gb] takin' high school rings [E] too
Bitches get screwed for their earrings and bangles
And [Ab] when I rock it and drop her, I'm takin' her donakas
And if she's with us, then buck her, buck her, buck her
So go get your man, bitch, he can get robbed too
Tell him Biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do?
I hope [Bb] apologetic, or I'ma have to set it
And if I set it, the cocksucker won't forget [F] it
Hey, bitch, [E] hey, bitch, hey, [F] bitch
[Ebm] 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, [Dbm] listen, all this walkin' is hurtin' my feet
Umani look sweet, [N] where at?
In the Isuzu Jeep
Man, I throw him in the beam, 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
Ooh, Biggie, let me jack her, kick her in the back
Hit her with the gas, chill shorty, let me do that
Just get the fuckin' car [Db] keys and cruise up the block
The bitch act shocked, gettin' shot on the spot
Oh shit, the cops!
Be cool, fool, they ain't [Gb] gonna roll up
All they want is fuckin' doughnuts
So why the fuck you [Ab] keep lookin'?
I just to get his [N] life cookin'
I just came home, ain't tryin' to see Seth Rebuckin'
Oh shit, [Bbm] now he lookin' in my face
You better haul ass, cause I ain't with no fuckin' chinks
So lace up your boots, cause I'm [Bb] about to shoot
A true motherfucker goin' out for the loot
[Eb] _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ _ _
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ Take that, [B] motherfuckers!
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