Ready To Die Lyrics

The Notorious B.I.G.


publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: 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
album: Track 6 in album Ready to Die
release date: 1994-9-13
popularity : 16 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Gangsta/Thug Rap
length: 4:25
producer: Easy Mo Bee
vocal: The Notorious B.I.G.
mixer: Richard Keller
recorded by: Mario Rodriguez
additional mixer: Alonzo Vargas
composer: Barbara Mason, Sean Combs, Christopher Wallace, Osten Harvey, Jr.

Cover Art

The Notorious B.I.G. Ready to Die cover art
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Yeah...
Yeah...
(You ready ************?)
(We gon' kill your ***)

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, doin 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 ***** and make her drive
the Q-45, glocks and tecs are expected when I wreck ****
Respect is collected, so check it
I got techniques drippin out my buttcheeks
Sleep on my stomach so I don't **** up my sheets, huh
My **** is deep, deeper than my grave G
I'm ready to die and nobody can save me
**** the world, **** 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
Doin whatever it took from snatchin chains to pocketbooks
A big BAD ************ on the wrong road
I got some drugs tried to get the avenue sold
I want it all from the Rolexes
to the Lexus gettin paid, is all I expected
My mother didn't give me what I want, what the ****?
Now I got a glock, makin ************s duck
**** is real, and hungry's how I feel
I rob and steal because that money got that whip appeal
Kickin *****z down the steps just for rep
Any repercussion lead to *****z gettin wet
The infrared's at your head real steady
You better grab your guns cause I'm ready, ready

I'm ready to die!
(Nah we ain't gon' kill your *** yet)
(We gonna make you suffer)

In a sec I throw the tec to your ****in neck
Everybody hit the deck, Biggie bout to get some wreck
Quick to leave you in a coffin, for slick talkin
You better act like CeCe, and keep on walkin
When I hit ya, I split ya to the white meat
You swung a left you swung a right you feel to the concrete
Your face, my feet, they meet, we're stompin
I'm rippin MC's from Tallahassee, to Compton
Biggie Smalls on a higher plane
*****z say I'm strange deranged because I put the 12 gauge to your brain
Make your **** 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 **********in cheek drip
The **** I kick, rip it through the vest
Biggie Smalls passin any test, I'm ready to die!

I'm ready
(Time to go, we gonna put you out your misery ************)
*****z 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 my soul to take)
(Cause I'm ready to die)

(All y'all ************s come with me if you want to)

(Biggie Smalls the biggest man)
(Rockin 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 cryin at my funeral)


Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Things Done Changed
  • 3 Gimme the Loot
  • 4 Machine Gun Funk
  • 5 Warning
  • 6 Ready to Die
  • 7 One More Chance
  • 8 Fuck Me (interlude)
  • 9 The What
  • 10 Juicy
  • 11 Everyday Struggle
  • 12 Me & My Bitch
  • 13 Big Poppa
  • 14 Respect
  • 15 Friend of Mine
  • 16 Unbelievable
  • 17 Suicidal Thoughts