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Gimme The Loot (Gimme The Loot) Ain’t No way Hoesè that they could give me the boot (No way No way) Man Im too B.I.G my G like Gimme The Loot (Gimme The Loot) Cos’ I want the Benz & I want the Range & I want the Coupe Man Im too B.I.G My G like Gimme The Loot I need the cash and all dat... (Gimme That) I need the bands yeah I need the bag at my door like a Doormat If I get the ball then I’m running shit like an All Black Telling other muthafuckas fall back Im Jonah lomu on the wing wit’ it wanna try stop me, Are you sure lad? Nah this ain't a Game See last year I was a kid out in West Sydnеy just making a name But next year wе going Magic City ATL & Im making it rain Im sorry mum but I swear, that Ain't the reason Im tryna get paid They said it come wit the territory but I promise that Im’a behave I do what I want & we do what I say Yeah ain't shit changed since back in the day (No way) Im the same one since day one yeah I came from the grain but Im making a way (Ay Ay) Man I even told’em when I was with them in the Jungle I ain't gonna stay They wonder what Im’a do I said gimme the mic & I’ll Take it away (Gimme that shit) ... & I Did that & now these cunts wanna chit chat But tryna take shots at me with a Shit track you’ll get bit like a tic tac & Nah I ain't the one that you wanna have a dig at ion even know that bitch whos is that? Mad at me cos Im on my way to the racks yeah Songtexte Gimme The Loot (Gimme The Loot) Ain’t No way Hoesè that they could give me the boot (No way No way) Man Im too B.I.G my G like Gimme The Loot (Gimme The Loot) Cos’ I want the Benz & I want the Range & I want the Coupe Man Im too B.I.G My G like Gimme The Loot I raise hell like Im Hellboy & Im’a Outlaw like a Cowboy Snakes around I gotta cut the grass yeah they slytherin like Malfoy They wanna fuck with us im like how boy? Tsk... Man you ain't a worthy competitor Shit I’ll get the shovel myself & bury careers In a second etcetera Im in the Ends but Im from the Area I swear its a similar vibe They call it the jungle where nobody’s scared of ya’ Only the hungry and willing survive Can tell by the look in your eyes your inferior ...Your the type I despise Yeah people like you are the reason that Biggie & Pac were murdered before 25 Cos Bitch you a wannabe (Bitch you a wannabe) & Whos the stupid fuckin’ producer who put you on a beat? You needa tell him that dickhead is fuckin’ retarded man I swear hes gotta be (I swear he’s gotta be) Hyping you up in the booth & jumping around like a Wallaby Whenever I see him I promise that hes getting slapped & nobody’s stoppin’ me Bruva I dare em’ to try I swear Im ahead of my time like Im on a flight from here to Dubai Up in the clouds & puffin that loud thats how I be clearing my mind But You dont see fear in my eyes I'm living my life preparing to die So fuck it Im riding Gimme The Loot (Gimme The Loot) Ain’t No way Hoesè that they could give me the boot (No way No way) Man Im too B.I.G my G like Gimme The Loot (Gimme The Loot) Cos’ I want the Benz & I want the Range & I want the Coupe Man Im too B.I.G My G like Gimme The Loot Aus Songtexte Mania