THE NOTORIOUS B.I.G. 06 - READY TO DIE LYRICS

Yeah...
Yeah...
(You ready motherf***er?)
(We gon' kill your a**)

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
Quick to grab the right b**** and make her drive
the Q-45, glocks and tecs are expected when I wreck s***
Respect is collected, so check it
I got techniques drippin out my buttcheeks
Sleep on my stomach so I don't f*** up my sheets, huh
My s*** is deep, deeper than my grave G
I'm ready to die and nobody can save me
f*** the world, f*** 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 motherf***er 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 f***?
Now I got a glock, makin motherf***ers duck
s*** is real, and hungry's how I feel
I rob and steal because that money got that whip appeal
Kickin n****z down the steps just for rep
Any repercussion lead to n****z 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 a** yet)
(We gonna make you suffer)

In a sec I throw the tec to your f***in 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 a left you swung a right you feel to the concrete
Your face, my feet, they meet, we're stompin
I'm rippin MC's from Tallahassee, to Compton
Biggie Smalls on a higher plane
n****z say I'm strange deranged because I put the 12 gauge to your brain
Make your s*** 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 motherf***in cheek drip
The s*** 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 motherf***er)
n****z 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 motherf***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 don't wanna see no cryin at my funeral)