Ready To Die(feat Puff Daddy Lyrics

Ready To Die(feat Puff Daddy lyrics

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)

 

 

 [Thanks to  jarulesbabe66@aol.com  for these lyrics]