Yeah, yeah, you ready motherf*cker?
We gonna kill your ass
(I'm ready)
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, 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 TEC 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 f*ck up my sheets, huh
My shit is deep, deeper than my grave, G
I'm ready to die and nobody 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!
(Yes, I'm ready)
(Yes, I'm ready)
(Yes, I'm ready)
(So die motherf*ckers, die motherf*ckers, die)
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 motherf*cker on the wrong road
I got some drugs, tried to get the avenue sewed
I want it all from the Rolex's to the Lexus
Getting paid is all I expected
My mother didn't give me what I want, what the f*ck?
Now I've got a Glock making motherf*ckers 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
(Yes, I'm ready)
(Yes, I'm ready) I'm ready to die
(Yes, I'm ready)
Nah we ain't gonna kill your ass yet, we gonna make you suffer
(So die motherf*ckers, die motherf*ckers, die)
In a sec, I throw the TEC to your f*cking 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' MCs 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 slit
Down your backbone to where your motherf*cking shit drip
The shit I kick, ripping through the vest
Biggie Smalls passing any test, I'm ready to die!
(Yes, I'm ready)
(Yes, I'm ready) I'm ready
(Yes, I'm ready)
Time to go, we gon' put you out your misery motherf*cker
Niggas definitely know what time it is (yes, I'm ready)
The Notorious one in full effect, '93 (yes, I'm ready)
Uh, uh (yes, I'm ready)
(So die motherf*ckers, die motherf*ckers, die) Suicidal, I'm ready!
(Yes, I'm ready)
(So die motherf*ckers, die motherf*ckers, die)
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*ckers 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
Ready To Die Intro Video (MV)
Performed By: The Notorious BIG
Written by: Barbara Mason, Osten Harvey, Christopher Wallace, Sean Puffy Combs, Marshall Eugene Jones, Walter Morrison, Clarence Satchell, Gregory A. Webster, Le Roy Roosevelt Bonner, Ralph Middlebrook
The Notorious BIG - Ready To Die Intro Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah, you ready motherf*cker?
We gonna kill your ass
(I'm ready)
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, 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 TEC 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 f*ck up my sheets, huh
My shit is deep, deeper than my grave, G
I'm ready to die and nobody 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!
(Yes, I'm ready)
(Yes, I'm ready)
(Yes, I'm ready)
(So die motherf*ckers, die motherf*ckers, die)
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 motherf*cker on the wrong road
I got some drugs, tried to get the avenue sewed
I want it all from the Rolex's to the Lexus
Getting paid is all I expected
My mother didn't give me what I want, what the f*ck?
Now I've got a Glock making motherf*ckers 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
(Yes, I'm ready)
(Yes, I'm ready) I'm ready to die
(Yes, I'm ready)
Nah we ain't gonna kill your ass yet, we gonna make you suffer
(So die motherf*ckers, die motherf*ckers, die)
In a sec, I throw the TEC to your f*cking 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' MCs 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 slit
Down your backbone to where your motherf*cking shit drip
The shit I kick, ripping through the vest
Biggie Smalls passing any test, I'm ready to die!
(Yes, I'm ready)
(Yes, I'm ready) I'm ready
(Yes, I'm ready)
Time to go, we gon' put you out your misery motherf*cker
Niggas definitely know what time it is (yes, I'm ready)
The Notorious one in full effect, '93 (yes, I'm ready)
Uh, uh (yes, I'm ready)
(So die motherf*ckers, die motherf*ckers, die) Suicidal, I'm ready!
(Yes, I'm ready)
(So die motherf*ckers, die motherf*ckers, die)
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*ckers 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
We gonna kill your ass
(I'm ready)
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, 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 TEC 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 f*ck up my sheets, huh
My shit is deep, deeper than my grave, G
I'm ready to die and nobody 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!
(Yes, I'm ready)
(Yes, I'm ready)
(Yes, I'm ready)
(So die motherf*ckers, die motherf*ckers, die)
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 motherf*cker on the wrong road
I got some drugs, tried to get the avenue sewed
I want it all from the Rolex's to the Lexus
Getting paid is all I expected
My mother didn't give me what I want, what the f*ck?
Now I've got a Glock making motherf*ckers 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
(Yes, I'm ready)
(Yes, I'm ready) I'm ready to die
(Yes, I'm ready)
Nah we ain't gonna kill your ass yet, we gonna make you suffer
(So die motherf*ckers, die motherf*ckers, die)
In a sec, I throw the TEC to your f*cking 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' MCs 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 slit
Down your backbone to where your motherf*cking shit drip
The shit I kick, ripping through the vest
Biggie Smalls passing any test, I'm ready to die!
(Yes, I'm ready)
(Yes, I'm ready) I'm ready
(Yes, I'm ready)
Time to go, we gon' put you out your misery motherf*cker
Niggas definitely know what time it is (yes, I'm ready)
The Notorious one in full effect, '93 (yes, I'm ready)
Uh, uh (yes, I'm ready)
(So die motherf*ckers, die motherf*ckers, die) Suicidal, I'm ready!
(Yes, I'm ready)
(So die motherf*ckers, die motherf*ckers, die)
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*ckers 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
Writer: Barbara Mason, Osten Harvey, Christopher Wallace, Sean Puffy Combs, Marshall Eugene Jones, Walter Morrison, Clarence Satchell, Gregory A. Webster, Le Roy Roosevelt Bonner, Ralph Middlebrook
Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, BMG Rights Management, Word Collections Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, BMG Rights Management, Word Collections Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.