Ready to Die – Notorious B.I.G.

“Ready to Die”


[Intro – Puff Daddy]

Yeah, you ready motherfucker?

We gonna kill your ass


[Verse 1]

As I grab the Glock, put it to your headpiece

One in the chamber, the safety is off release

Straight at your dome, holmes, I wanna see cabbage

Biggie Smalls the savage, doing 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 dripping 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!


[Verse 2]

As I sit back and look when I used to be a crook

Doing whatever it took from snatching chains to pocketbooks

A big bad motherfucker on the wrong road

I got some drugs, tried to get the avenue sewed

I want it all from the Rolexes to the Lexus

Getting paid is all I expected

My mother didn’t give me what I want, what the fuck?

Now I’ve got a Glock making motherfuckers duck

Shit is real, and hungry’s how I feel

I rob and steal because that money got that whip appeal

Kicking niggas down the steps just for rep

Any repercussion lead to niggas getting wet

The infrared’s at your head real steady

You better grab your guns cause I’m ready, ready


I’m ready to die!


[Interlude – Puff Daddy]

Nah we ain’t gonna kill your ass yet

We gonna make you suffer


[Verse 3]

In a sec, I throw the tec to your fucking neck

Everybody hit the deck, Biggie bout to get some rec

Quick to leave you in a coffin, for slick talking

You better act like CeCe and keep on walking

When I hit ya, I split ya to the white meat

You swung a left, you swung a right, you fell to the concrete

Your face, my feet, they meet, with stompin’

I’m rippin MC’s from Tallahassee, to Compton

Biggie Smalls on a higher plane

Niggas 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 motherfucking cheek drip

The shit I kick, ripping through the vest

Biggie Smalls passing any test, I’m ready to die!


I’m ready

(Time to go, we gonna put you out your misery motherfucker)

Niggas definitely know what time it is

The Notorious one in full effect

For ninety-three!

Suicidal, I’m ready!


[Outro – Puff Daddy]

(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)

(Rocking 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 crying at my funeral)