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Yeah
Motherfuckers better know
(I'm a bad, bad, bad-)
Lock your windows, close your doors
Biggie Smalls
Huh, yeah
(I'm a bad, bad, bad-)
My man Inf left a TEC and a 9 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 looking kind of tight
And I'm stressed, yo, Biggie, let me get the vest
No need for that, just grab the fucking gat
The first pocket that's fat, the TEC is to his back
Word is bond, I'ma smoke him, yo, don't fake no moves (what?)
Treat it like boxing, stick and move, stick and move
Nigga, you ain't got to explain shit
I've been robbin' motherfuckers since the slave ships
With the same clip and the same four-five
Two point-blank, a motherfucker's sure to die
That's my word, nigga even try to bogart
Have his mother singing, "It's so hard"
Yes, love, love your fucking attitude
Because the nigga play pussy
That's the nigga that's getting 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 pr-
Give me the baby rings and a Number One Mom pendant (huh)
I'm slamming niggas like Shaquille, shit is real
When it's time to eat a meal, I rob and steal
'Cause Mom Duke ain't giving me shit
So for the bread and butter I leave niggas in the gutter
Huh, word to Mother, I'm dangerous
Crazier than a bag of fuckin' angel dust
When I bust my gat, motherfuckers take dirt naps
I'm all that and a dime sack, where the paper at?
(When he's sticking you, I'm taking all your money)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
(I'm a bad, bad, bad-)
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot