Intro:
Yeah. m************ 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 93
Im ready to get this paper, g, you with me?
m************ right, my pockets looking kind of tight
And Im stressed, yo biggie let me get the vest
No need for that, just grab the f****** gat
The first pocket thats fat the tec is to his back
Word is bond, Im a smoke him yo dont fake no moves (what? )
Treat it like boxing: stick and move, stick and move
n****, you aint got to explain s***
Ive been robbin m************ since the slave ships
With the same clip and the same four-five
Two point-blank, a m************ sure to die
Thats my word, n**** even try to bogart
Have his mother singing its so hard...
Yes, love love youre f****** attitude
Because the n**** play p**** thats the n**** thats getting screwed
And bruised up from the pistol whipping
Webs on the neck from the necklace stripping
Then Im dipping up the block and Im robbing b****** too
Up the herring bones and bamboos
I wouldnt give f*** if youre pregnant
Give me the baby rings and a #1 mom pendant
Im slamming n***** like shaquille, s*** is real
When its time to eat a meal I rob and steal
cos mom duke aint giving me s***
So for the bread and b***er I leave n***** in the gutter
Huh, word to mother, Im dangerous
Crazier than a bag of f****** angel dust
When I bust my gat m************ take dirt naps
Im all that and a dime sack, where the paper at?
Verse two:
Big up, big up, its a stick up, stick up
And Im shooting n***** quick if you hiccup
Dont let me fill my clip up in your back and head piece
The opposite of peace sending mom duke a wreath
Youre talking to the robbery expert
Stepping to your wake with your blood on my shirt
Dont be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant
cos when I lick shots the s**** is persistent
Huh, goodness gracious the papers
Where the cash at? where the stash at?
n****, pass that before you get your grave dug
From the main thug, .357 slug
And my n**** biggie got an itchy one grip
One in the chamber, 32 in the clip
m************ better strip, yeah n**** peel
Before you find out how blue steel feel
From the beretta, putting all the holes in your sweater
The money getter m************ dont have better
Rolex watches and colourful swatches
Im digging in pockets, m************ cant stop it
Man, n***** come through Im taking high school rings too
b****** get stripped down for they earrings and bangles
And when I rock her and drop her Im taking her door knockers
And if shes resistant baka! baka! baka!
So go get your man b**** he can get robbed too
Tell him biggie took it, what the f*** he gonna do?
I hope apologetic or Im a have to set it
And if I set it the c********* wont 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 f****** c.r.e.a.m
And if he start to scream bam! bam!, have a nice dream
Hold up, he got a f****** b**** 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 f****** car keys and cruise up the block
The b**** act shocked, gettin shot on the spot
(oh s***! the cops!) be cool, fool
They aint gonna roll up, all they want is f****** doughnuts
(so why the f*** he keep lookin? ) I guess to get his life tooken
I just came home, aint trying to see central booking
Oh s***, now he lookin in my face
You better haul a** cos I aint with no f****** chase
So lace up your boots, cos Im about to shoot
A true m*********** going out for the loot
Yeah. m************ 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 93
Im ready to get this paper, g, you with me?
m************ right, my pockets looking kind of tight
And Im stressed, yo biggie let me get the vest
No need for that, just grab the f****** gat
The first pocket thats fat the tec is to his back
Word is bond, Im a smoke him yo dont fake no moves (what? )
Treat it like boxing: stick and move, stick and move
n****, you aint got to explain s***
Ive been robbin m************ since the slave ships
With the same clip and the same four-five
Two point-blank, a m************ sure to die
Thats my word, n**** even try to bogart
Have his mother singing its so hard...
Yes, love love youre f****** attitude
Because the n**** play p**** thats the n**** thats getting screwed
And bruised up from the pistol whipping
Webs on the neck from the necklace stripping
Then Im dipping up the block and Im robbing b****** too
Up the herring bones and bamboos
I wouldnt give f*** if youre pregnant
Give me the baby rings and a #1 mom pendant
Im slamming n***** like shaquille, s*** is real
When its time to eat a meal I rob and steal
cos mom duke aint giving me s***
So for the bread and b***er I leave n***** in the gutter
Huh, word to mother, Im dangerous
Crazier than a bag of f****** angel dust
When I bust my gat m************ take dirt naps
Im all that and a dime sack, where the paper at?
Verse two:
Big up, big up, its a stick up, stick up
And Im shooting n***** quick if you hiccup
Dont let me fill my clip up in your back and head piece
The opposite of peace sending mom duke a wreath
Youre talking to the robbery expert
Stepping to your wake with your blood on my shirt
Dont be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant
cos when I lick shots the s**** is persistent
Huh, goodness gracious the papers
Where the cash at? where the stash at?
n****, pass that before you get your grave dug
From the main thug, .357 slug
And my n**** biggie got an itchy one grip
One in the chamber, 32 in the clip
m************ better strip, yeah n**** peel
Before you find out how blue steel feel
From the beretta, putting all the holes in your sweater
The money getter m************ dont have better
Rolex watches and colourful swatches
Im digging in pockets, m************ cant stop it
Man, n***** come through Im taking high school rings too
b****** get stripped down for they earrings and bangles
And when I rock her and drop her Im taking her door knockers
And if shes resistant baka! baka! baka!
So go get your man b**** he can get robbed too
Tell him biggie took it, what the f*** he gonna do?
I hope apologetic or Im a have to set it
And if I set it the c********* wont 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 f****** c.r.e.a.m
And if he start to scream bam! bam!, have a nice dream
Hold up, he got a f****** b**** 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 f****** car keys and cruise up the block
The b**** act shocked, gettin shot on the spot
(oh s***! the cops!) be cool, fool
They aint gonna roll up, all they want is f****** doughnuts
(so why the f*** he keep lookin? ) I guess to get his life tooken
I just came home, aint trying to see central booking
Oh s***, now he lookin in my face
You better haul a** cos I aint with no f****** chase
So lace up your boots, cos Im about to shoot
A true m*********** going out for the loot