Biggie Ready To Die Lyrics
- Biggie Smalls passin any test, I'm ready to die! I'm ready (Time to go, we gonna put you out your misery motherfucker) Niggaz 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.
- Biggie Smalls passin any test, I'm ready to die! I'm ready (Time to go, we gonna put you out your misery motherfucker) Niggaz 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.
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General CommentI'm rippin MC's from Tallahassee, to Compton -- great song all about if you mess with biggie you better be ready to die, but it's ironic how biggie wasn't ready and now he lays to rest.
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Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
[puff daddy]
Push
C'mon shorty stay push, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon push it's almost there
One more time, c'mon
*baby cries*
C'mon push baby, one more time
*baby cries*
Harder harder, push harder
Push, push, c'mon
One more time, here it goes!
I see the head!
Yeah c'mon!
Yeah! yeahhhh!
You did it baby, yeah!
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*curtis mayfield's super fly plays over this*
*sugarhill gang's rappers delight fades in*
... the hibby, the hibby dibby hip hop and ya don't stop!
Rock it out baby bubba, to the boogedy bang bang
The boogey to the boogedy beat
Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin, to the beat
*voice comes in over*
God damnit, what the fuck are you doin?
You can't control that God damn boy? (what? )
I just saw ms. jersey, he told me he caught the
Motherfuckin boy and chopped him
(get your black ass off!)
You can't control the god, I don't know
What the fuck to do with that boy
(what the fuck do you, whatta you do? )
If if you can't fuckin control him
(all you fuckin do is bitch at me)
Bitch, what I say, i'ma send his motherfuckin ass
To a group home goddamnit, what?
I'll smack the shit outta you bitch
(take your black ass, the fuck outta here)
Motherfucker, you are fuckin up
(comin in here, smellin like pile of shit, dumb motherfucker)
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*sugarhill fades out, audio two fades in*
Gizmo's cuttin, up for the
Suckers that's, down with me!
What nigga you wanna rob them motherfuckin trains you crazy?
B.i.g.: yes, yes, motherfucker, motherfuckin right, nigga yes
Nigga what the fuck nigga? we gonna get...
B.i.g.: nigga it's eighty-seven nigga, is you dead broke?
Yeah nigga but, but...
B.i.g.: motherfucker is you broke motherfucker?
We need to get some motherfuckin paper nigga
Yeah but nigga it's a train ain't nobody robbed no motherfuckin train
B.i.g.: just listen man, your mother givin you money nigga?
My moms don't give me shit nigga, it's time to get paid nigga
Is you wit me? *gun clicks* motherfuck is you wit me?
Yeah I'm wit you nigga c'mon
B.i.g.: alright then nigga lets make it happen then
All you motherfuckers get on the fuckin floor! *blam blam*
Get on the motherfuckin floor!
B.i.g.: chill, give me all your motherfuckin money
And don't move nigga!
B.i.g.: give me all your motherfuckin money, I want the jewelry
Give me every fuckin thing
Nigga I'd shut the fuck up or i'ma blow your motherfuckin brains out!
Nigga, give me your jewerly, give me your wallet
B.i.g.: fuck you bitch, get up off that shit
What the fuck you holdin on to that shit for bitch?
*audio two fades out, snoop dogg fades in*
Open c-74, smalls
Mr. smalls, let me walk you to the door
So how does it feel leavin us?
B.i.g.: c'mon man, what kind of fuckin question is that man?
Tryin to get the fuck up out this joint dog
Yeah, yeah, you'll be back
You niggaz always are
B.i.g.: go head man, what the fuck is you hollerin about?
You won't see me up in this motherfucker no mroe
We'll see
B.i.g.: I got big plans nigga, big plans, hahahahaha
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This song is by The Notorious B.I.G. and appears on the album Ready To Die (1994).
Ready To Die
Yeah
Puff Daddy:
You ready motherfucker?
We gon' kill your ass
(I'm ready)
The Notorious B.I.G.:
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 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
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 sold
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
Puff Daddy and the Notorious B.I.G.:
(I'm ready to die)
Nah we ain't gon' kill your ass yet
We gonna make you suffer
The Notorious B.I.G.:
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 twelve 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
The Notorious B.I.G. and Puff Daddy:
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 '93
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)
I'm ready, I'm ready
(All y'all motherfuckers come with me if you want to)
I'm ready, I'm ready
I'm ready, I'm ready
Puff Daddy:
Biggie Smalls the biggest man
Rockin' on and on in '93, Easy Mo Bee
Third Eye, and the rest of the Bad Boy fam
I don't wanna see no cryin' at my funeral
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