Big Notorious Ready To Die Lyrics

Ready To Die Lyrics

featuring Puff Daddy (uncredited)  

  

 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