作词 : Notorious BIG
Yeah.Mother****ers better know...huh,huh.Lock your windows,
close your doors.Biggie Smalls,huh...yeah.
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?
Mother****ing 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 ****ing 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
*************, you ain't got to explain bullshit
I've been robbin mother****ers since the slave ships
with the same clip and the same four-five
Two point-blank, a mother****er's sure to die
That's my word, nigga even try to bogart
have his mother singing "It's so hard..."
Yes, love love you're ****ing attitude
because the ****ing play ****ing that's the ****ing that's getting screwed
and bruised up from the pistol whipping
webs on the neck from the necklace stripping
Then I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing mother****ers too
up the herring bones and bamboos
I wouldn't give a **** if you're pregnant
Give me the baby rings and a #1MOM pendant
I'm slamming mother****ers 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 mother****ers in the gutter
Huh,word to mother,I'm dangerous
Crazier than a bag of ****ing Angel Dust
When I bust my gat mother****ers take dirt naps
I'm all that and a dime sack,where the payback?
gimme the loot gimme the loot
Verse Two:
Big up,big up,it's a stick up,stick up
and I'm shooting mother****ers 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
You're talking to the robbery expert
Stepping to your wake with your blood on my ****ing shirt
Don't be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant
'cos when I lick shots the mother****ers is persistent
Huh,goodness gracious the papers
Where the cash at?Where the stash at?
*************,pass that before you get your grave dug
from the main thug,.357slug
And my mother****ing Biggie got an itchy one grip
One in the chamber,32in the clip
Mother****ers better strip, yeah mother****ers peel
before you find out how blue steel feel
from the Beretta,putting all the holes in your sweater
The money getter mother****ers don't have better
Rolex watches and colourful Swatches
I'm digging in pockets, mother****ers can't stop it
Man, mother****ers come through I'm taking high school rings too
Mother****ers 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!"
So go get your man mother****er he can get robbed too
Tell him Biggie took it, what the **** he gonna do?
I hope apologetic or I'm a have to set it
and if I set it the mother****ers won't 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 ****ing C.R.E.A.M
and if he start to scream "bam!bam!",have a nice dream
Hold up, he got a ****ing b***h 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...
Yo chill,Shorty,let me do that...
Just get the ****ing car keys and cruise up the block
The ************* act shocked,gettin shot on the spot
（Oh shit! The cops!）Be cool, fool
They ain't gonna roll up, all they want is ****ing doughnuts
（So why the **** he keep lookin?）I guess to get his life tooken
I just came home,ain't trying to see Central Booking
Oh shit, now he lookin in my face
You better haul ass 'cos I ain't with no ****ing chase
So lace up your boots,'cos I'm about to shoot
A true mother****er going out for the loot
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.000] 作词 : Notorious BIG
[00:03.104]Yeah.Mother****ers better know...huh,huh.Lock your windows,
[00:14.05]close your doors.Biggie Smalls,huh...yeah.
[00:19.384]Verse One:
[00:20.804]My man Inf left a Tec and a nine at my crib
[00:23.803]Turned himself in,he had to do a bid
[00:26.255]A one-to-three,he be home the end of '93
[00:27.913]I'm ready to get this paper,G,you with me?
[00:30.919]Mother****ing right, my pocket's looking kind of tight
[00:33.80]and I'm stressed,yo Biggie let me get the vest
[00:36.186]No need for that, just grab the ****ing gat
[00:38.681]The first pocket that's fat the Tec is to his back
[00:40.806]Word is bond,I'm a smoke him yo don't fake no moves （what?）
[00:43.609]Treat it like boxing:stick and move,stick and move
[00:45.837]*************, you ain't got to explain bullshit
[00:47.489]I've been robbin mother****ers since the slave ships
[00:49.698]with the same clip and the same four-five
[00:52.359]Two point-blank, a mother****er's sure to die
[00:56.311]That's my word, nigga even try to bogart
[00:58.767]have his mother singing "It's so hard..."
[01:01.732]Yes, love love you're ****ing attitude
[01:02.847]because the ****ing play ****ing that's the ****ing that's getting screwed
[01:06.57]and bruised up from the pistol whipping
[01:07.809]webs on the neck from the necklace stripping
[01:10.186]Then I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing mother****ers too
[01:13.851]up the herring bones and bamboos
[01:15.895]I wouldn't give a **** if you're pregnant
[01:18.257]Give me the baby rings and a #1MOM pendant
[01:21.608]I'm slamming mother****ers like Shaquille, shit is real
[01:23.408]When it's time to eat a meal I rob and steal
[01:26.533]'cos Mom Duke ain't giving me shit
[01:29.89]so for the bread and butter I leave mother****ers in the gutter
[01:31.896]Huh,word to mother,I'm dangerous
[01:33.495]Crazier than a bag of ****ing Angel Dust
[01:35.767]When I bust my gat mother****ers take dirt naps
[01:38.158]I'm all that and a dime sack,where the payback?
[01:47.262]gimme the loot gimme the loot
[01:52.611]Verse Two:
[02:07.835]Big up,big up,it's a stick up,stick up
[02:10.191]and I'm shooting mother****ers quick if you hiccup
[02:11.898]Don't let me fill my clip up in your back and head piece
[02:14.754]The opposite of peace sending Mom Duke a wreath
[02:17.275]You're talking to the robbery expert
[02:18.979]Stepping to your wake with your blood on my ****ing shirt
[02:21.288]Don't be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant
[02:24.51]'cos when I lick shots the mother****ers is persistent
[02:26.699]Huh,goodness gracious the papers
[02:29.415]Where the cash at?Where the stash at?
[02:32.880]*************,pass that before you get your grave dug
[02:35.436]from the main thug,.357slug
[02:37.234]And my mother****ing Biggie got an itchy one grip
[02:39.651]One in the chamber,32in the clip
[02:42.00]Mother****ers better strip, yeah mother****ers peel
[02:43.974]before you find out how blue steel feel
[02:48.241]from the Beretta,putting all the holes in your sweater
[02:51.317]The money getter mother****ers don't have better
[02:53.318]Rolex watches and colourful Swatches
[02:54.674]I'm digging in pockets, mother****ers can't stop it
[02:57.673]Man, mother****ers come through I'm taking high school rings too
[03:00.503]Mother****ers get stripped down for they earrings and bangles
[03:03.357]and when I rock her and drop her I'm taking her door knockers
[03:06.577]And if she's resistant "baka!baka!baka!"
[03:09.104]So go get your man mother****er he can get robbed too
[03:11.411]Tell him Biggie took it, what the **** he gonna do?
[03:14.107]I hope apologetic or I'm a have to set it
[03:16.524]and if I set it the mother****ers won't forget it
[03:18.675]Verse Three:
[03:44.793]Man,listen all this walking is hurting my feet
[03:46.701]But money looks sweet （where at?）in the Isuzu jeep
[03:49.242]Man, I throw him in the Beem, you grab the ****ing C.R.E.A.M
[03:52.154]and if he start to scream "bam!bam!",have a nice dream
[03:55.182]Hold up, he got a ****ing b***h in the car
[03:57.862]Fur coats and diamonds,she thinks she a superstar
[03:59.767]Ooh Biggie,let me jack her,I kick her in the back
[04:02.719]Hit her with the gat...
[04:03.820]Yo chill,Shorty,let me do that...
[04:05.423]Just get the ****ing car keys and cruise up the block
[04:07.932]The ************* act shocked,gettin shot on the spot
[04:09.841]（Oh shit! The cops!）Be cool, fool
[04:11.561]They ain't gonna roll up, all they want is ****ing doughnuts
[04:14.789]（So why the **** he keep lookin?）I guess to get his life tooken
[04:18.498]I just came home,ain't trying to see Central Booking
[04:20.666]Oh shit, now he lookin in my face
[04:23.381]You better haul ass 'cos I ain't with no ****ing chase
[04:25.493]So lace up your boots,'cos I'm about to shoot
[04:27.647]A true mother****er going out for the loot
📝
纯歌词版本
作词 : Notorious BIG
Yeah.Mother****ers better know...huh,huh.Lock your windows,
close your doors.Biggie Smalls,huh...yeah.
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?
Mother****ing 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 ****ing 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
*************, you ain't got to explain bullshit
I've been robbin mother****ers since the slave ships
with the same clip and the same four-five
Two point-blank, a mother****er's sure to die
That's my word, nigga even try to bogart
have his mother singing "It's so hard..."
Yes, love love you're ****ing attitude
because the ****ing play ****ing that's the ****ing that's getting screwed
and bruised up from the pistol whipping
webs on the neck from the necklace stripping
Then I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing mother****ers too
up the herring bones and bamboos
I wouldn't give a **** if you're pregnant
Give me the baby rings and a #1MOM pendant
I'm slamming mother****ers 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 mother****ers in the gutter
Huh,word to mother,I'm dangerous
Crazier than a bag of ****ing Angel Dust
When I bust my gat mother****ers take dirt naps
I'm all that and a dime sack,where the payback?
gimme the loot gimme the loot
Verse Two:
Big up,big up,it's a stick up,stick up
and I'm shooting mother****ers 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
You're talking to the robbery expert
Stepping to your wake with your blood on my ****ing shirt
Don't be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant
'cos when I lick shots the mother****ers is persistent
Huh,goodness gracious the papers
Where the cash at?Where the stash at?
*************,pass that before you get your grave dug
from the main thug,.357slug
And my mother****ing Biggie got an itchy one grip
One in the chamber,32in the clip
Mother****ers better strip, yeah mother****ers peel
before you find out how blue steel feel
from the Beretta,putting all the holes in your sweater
The money getter mother****ers don't have better
Rolex watches and colourful Swatches
I'm digging in pockets, mother****ers can't stop it
Man, mother****ers come through I'm taking high school rings too
Mother****ers 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!"
So go get your man mother****er he can get robbed too
Tell him Biggie took it, what the **** he gonna do?
I hope apologetic or I'm a have to set it
and if I set it the mother****ers won't 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 ****ing C.R.E.A.M
and if he start to scream "bam!bam!",have a nice dream
Hold up, he got a ****ing b***h 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...
Yo chill,Shorty,let me do that...
Just get the ****ing car keys and cruise up the block
The ************* act shocked,gettin shot on the spot
（Oh shit! The cops!）Be cool, fool
They ain't gonna roll up, all they want is ****ing doughnuts
（So why the **** he keep lookin?）I guess to get his life tooken
I just came home,ain't trying to see Central Booking
Oh shit, now he lookin in my face
You better haul ass 'cos I ain't with no ****ing chase
So lace up your boots,'cos I'm about to shoot
A true mother****er going out for the loot
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.000] 作词 : Notorious BIG
[00:03.104]Yeah.Mother****ers better know...huh,huh.Lock your windows,
[00:14.05]close your doors.Biggie Smalls,huh...yeah.
[00:19.384]Verse One:
[00:20.804]My man Inf left a Tec and a nine at my crib
[00:23.803]Turned himself in,he had to do a bid
[00:26.255]A one-to-three,he be home the end of '93
[00:27.913]I'm ready to get this paper,G,you with me?
[00:30.919]Mother****ing right, my pocket's looking kind of tight
[00:33.80]and I'm stressed,yo Biggie let me get the vest
[00:36.186]No need for that, just grab the ****ing gat
[00:38.681]The first pocket that's fat the Tec is to his back
[00:40.806]Word is bond,I'm a smoke him yo don't fake no moves （what?）
[00:43.609]Treat it like boxing:stick and move,stick and move
[00:45.837]*************, you ain't got to explain bullshit
[00:47.489]I've been robbin mother****ers since the slave ships
[00:49.698]with the same clip and the same four-five
[00:52.359]Two point-blank, a mother****er's sure to die
[00:56.311]That's my word, nigga even try to bogart
[00:58.767]have his mother singing "It's so hard..."
[01:01.732]Yes, love love you're ****ing attitude
[01:02.847]because the ****ing play ****ing that's the ****ing that's getting screwed
[01:06.57]and bruised up from the pistol whipping
[01:07.809]webs on the neck from the necklace stripping
[01:10.186]Then I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing mother****ers too
[01:13.851]up the herring bones and bamboos
[01:15.895]I wouldn't give a **** if you're pregnant
[01:18.257]Give me the baby rings and a #1MOM pendant
[01:21.608]I'm slamming mother****ers like Shaquille, shit is real
[01:23.408]When it's time to eat a meal I rob and steal
[01:26.533]'cos Mom Duke ain't giving me shit
[01:29.89]so for the bread and butter I leave mother****ers in the gutter
[01:31.896]Huh,word to mother,I'm dangerous
[01:33.495]Crazier than a bag of ****ing Angel Dust
[01:35.767]When I bust my gat mother****ers take dirt naps
[01:38.158]I'm all that and a dime sack,where the payback?
[01:47.262]gimme the loot gimme the loot
[01:52.611]Verse Two:
[02:07.835]Big up,big up,it's a stick up,stick up
[02:10.191]and I'm shooting mother****ers quick if you hiccup
[02:11.898]Don't let me fill my clip up in your back and head piece
[02:14.754]The opposite of peace sending Mom Duke a wreath
[02:17.275]You're talking to the robbery expert
[02:18.979]Stepping to your wake with your blood on my ****ing shirt
[02:21.288]Don't be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant
[02:24.51]'cos when I lick shots the mother****ers is persistent
[02:26.699]Huh,goodness gracious the papers
[02:29.415]Where the cash at?Where the stash at?
[02:32.880]*************,pass that before you get your grave dug
[02:35.436]from the main thug,.357slug
[02:37.234]And my mother****ing Biggie got an itchy one grip
[02:39.651]One in the chamber,32in the clip
[02:42.00]Mother****ers better strip, yeah mother****ers peel
[02:43.974]before you find out how blue steel feel
[02:48.241]from the Beretta,putting all the holes in your sweater
[02:51.317]The money getter mother****ers don't have better
[02:53.318]Rolex watches and colourful Swatches
[02:54.674]I'm digging in pockets, mother****ers can't stop it
[02:57.673]Man, mother****ers come through I'm taking high school rings too
[03:00.503]Mother****ers get stripped down for they earrings and bangles
[03:03.357]and when I rock her and drop her I'm taking her door knockers
[03:06.577]And if she's resistant "baka!baka!baka!"
[03:09.104]So go get your man mother****er he can get robbed too
[03:11.411]Tell him Biggie took it, what the **** he gonna do?
[03:14.107]I hope apologetic or I'm a have to set it
[03:16.524]and if I set it the mother****ers won't forget it
[03:18.675]Verse Three:
[03:44.793]Man,listen all this walking is hurting my feet
[03:46.701]But money looks sweet （where at?）in the Isuzu jeep
[03:49.242]Man, I throw him in the Beem, you grab the ****ing C.R.E.A.M
[03:52.154]and if he start to scream "bam!bam!",have a nice dream
[03:55.182]Hold up, he got a ****ing b***h in the car
[03:57.862]Fur coats and diamonds,she thinks she a superstar
[03:59.767]Ooh Biggie,let me jack her,I kick her in the back
[04:02.719]Hit her with the gat...
[04:03.820]Yo chill,Shorty,let me do that...
[04:05.423]Just get the ****ing car keys and cruise up the block
[04:07.932]The ************* act shocked,gettin shot on the spot
[04:09.841]（Oh shit! The cops!）Be cool, fool
[04:11.561]They ain't gonna roll up, all they want is ****ing doughnuts
[04:14.789]（So why the **** he keep lookin?）I guess to get his life tooken
[04:18.498]I just came home,ain't trying to see Central Booking
[04:20.666]Oh shit, now he lookin in my face
[04:23.381]You better haul ass 'cos I ain't with no ****ing chase
[04:25.493]So lace up your boots,'cos I'm about to shoot
[04:27.647]A true mother****er going out for the loot