| Yeah, you ready motherfucker?
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| We gonna kill your ass
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| As I grab the Glock, put it to your headpiece
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| One in the chamber, the safety is off release
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| Straight at your dome, homes, I wanna see cabbage
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| Biggie Smalls the savage, doing your brain cells much damage
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| Teflon is the material for the imperial
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| Mic ripper, girl stripper, the Henny sipper
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| I drop lyrics off and on like a lightswitch
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| Quick to grab the right bitch and make her drive
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| The Q-45, Glocks and tecs are expected when I wreck shit
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| Respect is collected, so check it
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| I got techniques dripping out my buttcheeks
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| Sleep on my stomach so I don't fuck up my sheets, huh
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| My shit is deep, deeper than my grave, G
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| I'm ready to die and nobody can save me
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| Fuck the world, fuck my moms and my girl
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| My life is played out like a Jheri curl, I'm ready to die!
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| As I sit back and look when I used to be a crook
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| Doing whatever it took from snatching chains to pocketbooks
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| A big bad motherfucker on the wrong road
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| I got some drugs, tried to get the avenue sewed
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| I want it all from the Rolexes to the Lexus
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| Getting paid is all I expected
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| My mother didn't give me what I want, what the fuck?
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| Now I've got a Glock making motherfuckers duck
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| Shit is real, and hungry's how I feel
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| I rob and steal because that money got that whip appeal
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| Kicking niggas down the steps just for rep
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| Any repercussion lead to niggas getting wet
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| The infrared's at your head real steady
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| You better grab your guns cause I'm ready, ready
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| I'm ready to die!
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| Nah we ain't gonna kill your ass yet
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| We gonna make you suffer
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| In a sec, I throw the tec to your fucking neck
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| Everybody hit the deck, Biggie bout to get some rec
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| Quick to leave you in a coffin, for slick talking
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| You better act like CeCe and keep on walking
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| When I hit ya, I split ya to the white meat
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| You swung a left, you swung a right, you fell to the concrete
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| Your face, my feet, they meet, with stompin'
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| I'm rippin MC's from Tallahassee, to Compton
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| Biggie Smalls on a higher plane
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| Niggas say I'm strange deranged because I put the 12 gauge to your brain
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| Make your shit splatter
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| Mix the blood like batter then my pocket gets fatter
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| After the hit, leave you on the street with your neck split
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| Down your backbone to where your motherfucking cheek drip
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| The shit I kick, ripping through the vest
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| Biggie Smalls passing any test, I'm ready to die!
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| I'm ready
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| (Time to go, we gonna put you out your misery motherfucker)
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| Niggas definitely know what time it is
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| The Notorious one in full effect
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| For ninety-three!
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| Suicidal, I'm ready!
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| (Now I lay me down to sleep)
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| Yeah
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| (Pray the Lord my soul to keep)
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| (If I should die before I wake)
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| (I pray the Lord my soul to take)
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| (Cause I'm ready to die)
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| (All y'all motherfuckers come with me if you want to)
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| (Biggie Smalls the biggest man)
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| (Rocking on and on in ninety-three, Easy Mo Bee)
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| (Third Eye, and the rest of the Bad Boy fam)
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| (I don't wanna see no crying at my funeral) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ready to Die, artist - The Notorious B.I.G.. Album song Ready to Die, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп