INTRO:
  Yeah, mothafuckaz better know
  (I'm a bad bad boy)
  Lock your windows
  Close your doors
  Biggie Smalls
  (I'm a bad bad boy)
  
  My man Inf left a Tec and a nine at my crib
  Turned himself in, he had to do a bid
  A 1-2-3, he be home the end of '93
  I'm ready to get this paper, G, you with me
  
  Mothafuckin' right, my pocket's looking 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 Tec is to his back
  Word is bond, imma smoke him yo don't fake no moves
  Treat it like boxing, stick and move, stick and move
  
  Nigga, you ain't got to explain shit
  I've been robbin' mothafuckaz since the slave ships
  With the same clip and the same .45
  Two point blank, a mothafucka's sure to die
  That's my word, nigga even try to bogart
  Have his mother singin' "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'
  Webs on the neck from the necklace strippin'
  Then I'm dippin' up the block
  And I'm robbin' bitches too
  Up the herring bones and bamboos
  I wouldn't give fuck if you're pregnant
  Give me the baby rings and a number 1 mom pendant
  I'm slamming niggaz like Shaquille, shit is real
  When it's time to eat a meal I rob and steal
  Cause Mom Duke ain't givin' me shit
  So for the bread and butter I leave niggaz in the gutter
  Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous
  Crazier than a bag of fuckin' Angel Dust
  When I bust my gat mothafuckaz take dirt naps
  I'm all that and a dime sack, where the paper at
  
  CHORUS:
  (But he's stickin' you, and takin' all your money)
  Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad boy) (4x)
  (What's mine is mine, what's yours is mine)
  Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad boy) (4x)
  (What's mine is mine, what's yours is mine)
  
  Big up, big up, it's a stick up stick up
  And I'm shootin' niggaz quick
  If you hiccup
  Don't let me fill my clip up
  In your back and head piece
  The opposite of peace, sendin' Mom Duke a wreath
  You're talking to the robbery expert
  Steppin' to your wake
  With your blood on my shirt
  Don't be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant
  Cause when I lick shots
  The shits is 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 an itchy one grip
  
  One in the chamber, 32 in the clip
  Mothafuckaz better strip (Yeah nigga, peel!)
  Before you find out how blue steel feel
  
  From the Beretta, puttin' all the holes in your sweater
  The money getter, mothafuckaz don't have better
  Rolex watches and colourful Swatches
  I'm diggin' in pockets, mothafuckaz can't stop it
  
  Man, niggaz come through I'm taking high school rings, too
  Bitches get ****** for they earrings and bangles
  And when I rock her and drop her
  I'm taking her door knockers
  And if she's resistant, Baka! Baka! Baka!
  
  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 I'm a have to set it
  And if I set it the cocksucka won't forget it
  
  CHORUS
  
  Man listen, all this walkin' is hurtin' my feet
  But money looks sweet (where at) in the Isuzu jeep
  
  Man, I throw him in the Beam, you grab the fuckin' cream
  And if he start to scream "BAM BAM" have a nice dream
  Hold up, he got a fuckin' bitch in the car
  Fur coats and diamonds, she think she a superstar
  
  Oh 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 fuckin' car 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 gonna roll up
  All they want is fuckin' doughnuts
  
  So why the fuck he keep lookin'?
  
  I guess to get his life tooken
  I just came home, ain't trying to see Central Booking
  Oh shit, now he lookin' in my face
  You better haul ass cause I ain't with no fuckin' chase
  So lace up your boots
  Cause I'm about to shoot
  A true mothafucka going out for the loot
  
  Take that, mothafuckaz