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.

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. 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 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.

Gimme the loot biggie