Yes, love love youre fucking attitude Because the nigga play pussy thats the nigga 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 bitches too Up the herring bones and bamboos I wouldnt give fuck if youre pregnant Give me the baby rings and a #1 mom pendant Im slamming niggaz like shaquille, shit is real When its time to eat a meal I rob and steal cos mom duke aint giving me shit So for the bread and butter I leave niggaz in the gutter Huh, word to mother, Im dangerous Crazier than a bag of fucking angel dust When I bust my gat motherfuckers 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 niggaz 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 shits is persistent Huh, 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. 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? Motherfucking right, my pockets looking kind of tight And Im stressed, yo biggie let me get the vest No need for that, just grab the fucking 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 Nigga, you aint got to explain shit Ive been robbin motherfuckers since the slave ships With the same clip and the same four-five Two point-blank, a motherfuckers sure to die Thats my word, nigga even try to bogart Have his mother singing its so hard. If anyone ever writes a movie about grimy New York City in the ‘90s, “Gimme The Loot” better be part of the soundtrack.Īlso, how come Easy Mo Bee doesn’t get props as a producer? Most of the best moments on Ready To Die (from a production standpoint) belong to him.Yeah. Rapping is unquestionably an art, and although the subject matter of “Gimme The Loot” might hit in some uncomfortable spaces (especially these days–a lot of hip-hop lyrics have NOT aged well), it’s still an artistic triumph, and one that KNOCKS. The only other emcee in history who was able to pull off one-act plays like this on a regular basis was Slick Rick (another one of my all-time top five), who played multiple characters on a host of songs (most notably 1988’s “Mona Lisa”). Of course Big puts his own darkly humorous spin on the proceedings, boasting about how he’s been “robbing niggas since the slave ships.” While most people would have to use their imagination to come up with the scenarios envisioned by Biggie, his tales are only a slight embellishment of the reality (at least as a victim) a lot of New Yorkers dealt with at the time. Both characters are robbery-happy, which is something that was definitely a thing that happened regularly in Brooklyn in the early ‘90s. “Gimme The Loot” finds Biggie playing not one, but two characters. Big excelled at it when even the worst emcees had to be somewhat proficient at creating a narrative arc in their lyrics. Telling a story via rhyme is damn near a lost art these days. “Gimme The Loot” is a prime example of the narrative skills Biggie had. I’ve already talked at length about how awesome The Notorious B.I.G.
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