Ready to Die

Notorious B.I.G.

  • 																					Yeah...
    Yeah...
    (You ready motherfucker?)
    (We gon' kill your ass)

    As I grab the glock, put it to your headpiece
    One in the chamber, the safety is off release
    Straight at your dome homes, I wanna see cabbage
    Biggie Smalls the savage, doin your brain cells much damage
    Teflon is the material for the imperial
    mic ripper girl stripper the Henny sipper
    I drop lyrics off and on like a lightswitch
    Quick to grab the right bitch and make her drive
    the Q-45, glocks and tecs are expected when I wreck shit
    Respect is collected, so check it
    I got techniques drippin out my buttcheeks
    Sleep on my stomach so I don't fuck up my sheets, huh
    My shit is deep, deeper than my grave G
    I'm ready to die and nobody can save me
    Fuck the world, fuck my moms and my girl
    My life is played out like a jheri curl, I'm ready to die

    As I sit back and look when I used to be a crook
    Doin whatever it took from snatchin chains to pocketbooks
    A big BAD motherfucker on the wrong road
    I got some drugs tried to get the avenue sold
    I want it all from the Rolexes
    to the Lexus gettin paid, is all I expected
    My mother didn't give me what I want, what the fuck?
    Now I got a glock, makin motherfuckers duck
    Shit is real, and hungry's how I feel
    I rob and steal because that money got that whip appeal
    Kickin niggaz down the steps just for rep
    Any repercussion lead to niggaz gettin wet
    The infrared's at your head real steady
    You better grab your guns cause I'm ready, ready

    I'm ready to die!
    (Nah we ain't gon' kill your ass yet)
    (We gonna make you suffer)

    In a sec I throw the tec to your fuckin neck
    Everybody hit the deck, Biggie bout to get some wreck
    Quick to leave you in a coffin, for slick talkin
    You better act like CeCe, and keep on walkin
    When I hit ya, I split ya to the white meat
    You swung on like you slumber right you fell to the conrete
    Your face, my feet, they meet, we're stompin
    I'm rippin MC's from Tallahassee, to Compton
    Biggie Smalls on a higher plane
    Niggaz say I'm strange deranged because I put the 12 gauge to your brain
    Make your shit splatter
    Mix the blood like batter then my pocket gets fatter
    after the hit, leave you on the street with your neck split
    down your backbone to where your motherfuckin cheek drip
    The shit I kick, rip it through the vest
    Biggie Smalls passin any test, I'm ready to die!

    I'm ready
    (Time to go, we gonna put you out your misery motherfucker)
    Niggaz definitely know what time it is
    The Notorious one in full effect
    for ninety-three!
    Suicidal, I'm ready!

    (Now I lay me down to sleep)
    Yeah
    (Pray the Lord my soul to keep)
    (If I should die before I wake)
    (I pray the Lord my soul to take)
    (Cause I'm ready to die)

    (All y'all motherfuckers come with me if you want to)

    (Biggie Smalls the biggest man)
    (Rockin on and on in ninety-three, Easy Mo Bee)
    (Third Eye, and the rest of the Bad Boy fam)
    (I don't wanna see no cryin at my funeral)

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