ready to die lyrics – biggie smalls

yeah, yeah
(you ready motherf*cker? we gon’ kill your *ss)

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 light switch
quick to grab the right b*tch and make her drive

the q-45, glocks and tecs are expected when i wreck sh*t
respect is collected, so check it
i got techniques drippin’ out my b*tt cheeks
sleep on my stomach, so i don’t f*ck up my sheets, huh

my sh*t is deep, deeper than my grave g
i’m ready to die and n*body can save me
f*ck the world, f*ck 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 sn*tchin’ chains to pocketbooks
a big bad motherf*cker 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*ck?
now, i got a glock, makin’ motherf*ckers duck

sh*t is real and hungry’s how i feel
i rob and steal because that money got that whip appeal
kickin n*gg*z down the steps just for rep
any repercussion lead to n*gg*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 *ss yet, ee gonna make you suffer)

in a sec, i throw the tec to your f*ckin’ 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 concrete
your face, my feet, they meet, we’re stompin’
i’m rippin’ mc’s from tallah*ssee, to compton

biggie smalls on a higher plane
n*gg*z say, i’m strange deranged because
i put the 12 gage to your brain, make your sh*t 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*ckin’ cheek drip
the sh*t i kick, rip it through the vest
biggie smalls p*ssin’ any test, i’m ready to die

i’m ready
(time to go, we gonna put you out your misery motherf*cker)
n*gg*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)
(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*ckers 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

/ biggie smalls lyrics