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Introduction:

Yeah. Motherfuckers better know, uh.  Lock your windows, close your doors. Biggie smalls, huh...yeah.

B.I.G. insists that people should have been forewarned about his reputation and that proper precautions should be taken. Like making sure all the doors and windows to your home are properly secured. This sets the dark tone for the song.

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
I'm ready to get this paper, g, you with me? 

A friend of B.I.G.’s known simply as “Inf” has left firearms at B.I.G.'s residence. Being wanted by local authorities "Inf" has relinquished his freedom. He will most likely be doing a 1 – 3 year prison term and will be released as the year 1993 comes to an end. With these newly acquired firearms, B.I.G. plans to commit robbery.

Motherfucking right, my pocket's looking kind of tight
And I'm stressed, yo biggie let me get the vest

B.I.G.’s friend (played here by B.I.G. himself) is more than  willing to commit these acts of larceny as he is found himself in substantial debt. Due to the stressed caused from lack of funds, B.I.G.’s friend feels a bulletproof vest would be needed during these acts of crime.

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'm a smoke him yo don't fake no moves (what? )
Treat it like boxing: stick and move, stick and move

B.I.G. assures his friend that only a firearm is required and that a bulletproof vest will not be needed. His advice to his friend is to seek out victims who appear to be wealthy and that the pace of the robbery should be pugilistically quick.

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..."

B.I.G.’s friend assures him that he has all the know-how to pull off the caper efficiently, for he has experience dating back to the days of slavery. He gives his word that if a person does not cooperate, that the mother of the victim will sing Boyz II Men’s “It’s So Hard To Say Goodbye To Yesterday” in mourning of said victim.

Yes, love love you're fucking attitude
Because the nigga play pussy that's the nigga that's getting screwed
And bruised up from the pistol whipping
Welts on the neck from the necklace stripping

B.I.G. is ecstatic with the gumption his crime partner displays. Because, according to B.I.G., the person that shows any sign of weakness is going to be the person victimized. Signs of minor hematoma will be evident from getting assaulted with the butt of the gun. Also, signs of angioedema will also be seen on the neck from a necklace being violently pulled off.

 Then I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing bitches too
Up the herring bones and bamboos
I wouldn't give fuck if you're pregnant
Give me the baby rings and a “#1 Mom”  pendant

This is where it gets dark. B.I.G. explains that even women can fall victim to his strong-arm tactics and that he has no regards for a woman with child. 

I'm slamming niggaz like Shaquille, shit is real
When it's time to eat a meal I rob and steal
'cos mom duke ain't giving me shit
So for the bread and butter I leave niggaz in the gutter

Here, B.I.G.’s friend refers to how his physical assault compares to the way retired center Shaquille O’Neal slam dunks a basketball. His mother cannot provide for him so he has turned to this life of crime for survival.

 Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous
Crazier than a bag of fucking angel dust
When I bust my gat motherfuckers take dirt naps
I'm all that and a dime sack, where the paper at? 

B.I.G.’s friend warns that he is dangerous and in no way fit to be a functioning member of society. His lunacy knows no bounds and is more destructive than the drug Phencyclidine or PCP. Bragging that he is willing to discharge a firearm until the victim is deceased.

Chrous:

Gimme the loot! x8

Verse two:
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
And I'm shooting niggaz quick if you hiccup
Don't let me fill my clip up in your back and head piece
The opposite of peace sending mom duke a wreath

Here, B.I.G. grabs the victim’s attention and notifies them that a robbery has now taken place. Any sudden movement, even so much as a myoclonus of the diaphragm, and he will unload an entire magazine of ammunition. Boasting that, after your death, he would send your mother an arrangement of flowers to pour salt in the wound.

You're talking to the robbery expert
Stepping to your wake with your blood on my shirt
Don't be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant
'cos when I lick shots the shits is persistent

With larceny being B.I.G.'S expertise, he would be so bold as to walk into your funeral service with your own blood soaking his garments in the most disrespecting gesture. Again, warning the victim not to give any kind of resistance during the theft. Informing the victim that his marksmanship is top shelf.

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, .357 slug

Here, B.I.G.'s friend is simply repeating that the handing over of the loot need to go over with no kind of hitch or the person will be shot with a .357 caliber round.

And my nigga biggie got an itchy one grip
One in the chamber, 32 in the clip
Motherfuckers better strip, yeah nigga peel
Before you find out how blue steel feel

So as not to receive a gunshot wound, the mark must strip all articles of clothing. B.I.G. has an itchy trigger finger, meaning he is not afraid of discharging his weapon which contains 32 rounds of ammunition in the magazine with one round in the chamber. Totaling 33 rounds.

From the Beretta, putting all the holes in your sweater
The money getter motherfuckers don't have better
Rolex watches and colorful swatches
I'm digging in pockets, motherfuckers can't stop it

With Beretta being the brand of choice for these two common crooks, they have no problem shooting a person for items such a Rolex and Swatch watches. The victim has no say in the matter at all.

Man, niggaz come through I'm taking high school rings too
Bitches get stripped down 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!

These street thugs will take anything they can get their hands on. Including, but no limited to, high school rings, women’s earrings, and women’s bracelets. Reiterating that even women can fall victim to their wrath of gun violence.

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 cocksucker won't forget it

Here, they show no fear. Almost begging the female victims to try and get help from their significant others. If the men are met with anything other than apologies, it would prove most detrimental for him.

Chorus:

Gimme the loot! x8

Verse three:
Man, listen all this walking is hurting my feet
But money looks sweet (where at? ) in the Isuzu jeepMan, I throw him in the beem, you grab the fucking c.r.e.a.m
And if he start to scream bam! bam!, have a nice dream

B.I.G.’s friend has grown weary of traveling by foot. He sees an easy mark driving an Isuzu and plan a carjacking.

B.I.G.’s plan is to place the driver in the BMW while his friend grabs the C.R.E.A.M. (I reference to the Wu-Tang Clan song of the same name. Synonymous with money) and if the driver opposes this, then B.I.G. has given his friend permission to shoot him.

Hold up, he got a fucking bitch 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...

B.I.G. notices that there is a female also in the vehicle. She’s is wearing a fur coat and diamond jewelry, given her the appearance of a movie star. B.I.G.’s friend is more than willing to handle the female with brute force.

Yo chill, shorty, let me do that...
Just get the fucking car keys and cruise up the block
The bitch act shocked, gettin shot on the spot

B.I.G. calms his friend and assures him that he has the female under control. He orders his friend to get drive the Isuzu once taken from the driver and if the female doesn’t cooperate, he has permission to open fire.

(oh shit! the cops!) be cool, fool
They ain't gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts

Trouble is afoot as B.I.G.’s friend spots police officers. BIG calms him again, claiming that they will not attempt to engage and that they are only looking to purchase pastries.

(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

Panic has set in as B.I.G.’s friend notices the police officer is continuously looking in their direction. B.I.G. states that he was just released from jail and does not want to return. Confirming that he is willing to open fire on police to evade arrest.

Oh shit, now he lookin in my face
You better haul ass 'cos I ain't with no fucking chase
So lace up your boots, 'cos I'm about to shoot
A true motherfucker going out for the loot

Here, B.I.G. notices that the attention of the police officers has turned to him and him alone. In an attempt to evade arrest, B.I.G. is going to open fire on police. He warns his friend and prepares him for the impending assault on these officers of the law.

There’s a pause…then a shoot out ensues. Here, there is no sign of whether or not the police get the upper hand or if B.I.G. and his friend escape capture...

The end.

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