Notorious B.I.G. - Ready To Die Lyrics
Yeah...Yeah...(you ready mother*****er? )(we gon kill your ass)As I grab the glock, put it to your headpieceOne in the chamber, the safety is off releaseStraight at your dome homes, I wanna see cabbageBiggie smalls the savage, doin your brain cells much damageTeflon is the material for the imperialMic ripper girl stripper the henny sipperI drop lyrics off and on like a lightswitchQuick to grab the right ***** and make her driveThe q-45, glocks and tecs are expected when I wreck shitRespect is collected, so check itI got techniques drippin out my buttcheeksSleep on my stomach so I dont ***** up my sheets, huhMy shit is deep, deeper than my grave gIm ready to die and nobody can save me***** the world, ***** my moms and my girlMy life is played out like a jheri curl, Im ready to dieAs I sit back and look when I used to be a crookDoin whatever it took from snatchin chains to pocketbooksA big bad mother*****er on the wrong roadI got some drugs tried to get the avenue soldI want it all from the rolexesTo the lexus gettin paid, is all I expectedMy mother didnt give me what I want, what the *****?Now I got a glock, makin mother*****ers duckShit is real, and hungrys how I feelI rob and steal because that money got that whip appealKickin niggaz down the steps just for repAny repercussion lead to niggaz gettin wetThe infrareds at your head real steadyYou better grab your guns cause Im ready, readyIm ready to die!(nah we aint gon kill your ass yet)(we gonna make you suffer)In a sec I throw the tec to your *****in neckEverybody hit the deck, biggie bout to get some wreckQuick to leave you in a coffin, for slick talkinYou better act like cece, and keep on walkinWhen I hit ya, I split ya to the white meatYou swung on like you slumber right you fell to the conreteYour face, my feet, they meet, were stompinIm rippin mcs from tallahassee, to comptonBiggie smalls on a higher planeNiggaz say Im strange deranged because I put the 12 gauge to your brainMake your shit splatterMix the blood like batter then my pocket gets fatterAfter the hit, leave you on the street with your neck splitDown your backbone to where your mother*****in cheek dripThe shit I kick, rip it through the vestBiggie smalls passin any test, Im ready to die!Im ready(time to go, we gonna put you out your misery mother*****er)Niggaz definitely know what time it isThe notorious one in full effectFor ninety-three!Suicidal, Im 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 Im ready to die)(all yall mother*****ers 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 dont wanna see no cryin at my funeral)
