Ready To Die Lyrics - 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 

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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) 

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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)