To get the song, you can do it by buying the original album or stream them on Google Play Music, Apple Music, iTunes, Amazon, Qobuz, Joox, Sky Music, Spotify, Deezer, KKBOX, Youtube or other official streaming services. This site only shares song lyrics for educational purposes. My mother didnt give me what I want, what the fuck Now Ive got a. (I don’t wanna see no cryin at my funeral) (Third Eye, and the rest of the Bad Boy fam) (Rockin on and on in ninety-three, Easy Mo Bee) (All y’all motherf*kers come with me if you want to) (Time to go, we gonna put you out your misery motherf*ker) Mix the blood like batter then my pocket gets fatterĪfter the hit, leave you on the street with your neck splitĭown your backbone to where your motherfkin cheek dripīiggie Smalls passin any test, I’m ready to die! Niggaz say I’m strange deranged because I put the 12 gauge to your brain I’m rippin MC’s from Tallahassee, to Compton Your face, my feet, they meet, we’re stompin You swung on like you slumber right you fell to the conrete When I hit ya, I split ya to the white meat You better act like CeCe, and keep on walkin Quick to leave you in a coffin, for slick talkin In a sec I throw the tec to your f kin neckĮverybody hit the deck, Biggie bout to get some wreck You better grab your guns cause I’m ready, ready Kickin niggaz down the steps just for repĪny repercussion lead to niggaz gettin wet I rob and steal because that money got that whip appeal Now I got a glock, makin motherf*kers duck (You ready motherfucker) (We gon kill your ass) As I grab the glock, put it to your headpiece One in the chamber, the safety is of. My mother didn’t give me what I want, what the fk? To the Lexus gettin paid, is all I expected I got some drugs tried to get the avenue sold
My life is played out like a jheri curl, I’m ready to dieĪs I sit back and look when I used to be a crookĭoin whatever it took from snatchin chains to pocketbooks Sleep on my stomach so I don’t fk up my sheets, huh
I got techniques drippin out my buttcheeks The Q-45, glocks and tecs are expected when I wreck shit Quick to grab the right b tch and make her drive I drop lyrics off and on like a lightswitch Mic ripper girl stripper the Henny sipper I placed the Craig Mack on top of a tall stack of cassettes, popped the one labeled Ready to Die into my Fisher hi-fi, and stepped into a world. Straight at your dome homes, I wanna see cabbageīiggie Smalls the savage, doin your brain cells much damage You need to hear this Biggie Smalls shit. One in the chamber, the safety is off release Ready to DieĪs I grab the glock, put it to your headpiece #the-notorious-b-i-g The Notorious B.I.G. (you ready motherfucker) (we gon kill your ass) As i grab the glock, put it to your headpiece One in the chamber, the safety. Lyricsfolder Home Lyrics Submit The Notorious B.I.G.
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