Featuring puff daddy (uncredited) 
Yeah... 
Yeah... 
(you ready motherfucker?) 
(we gonand' kill your ass) 
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 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 drippin out my buttcheeks 
Sleep on my stomach so i donand't fuck up my sheets, huh 
My shit is deep, deeper than my grave g 
Iand'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, iand'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 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 gettin paid, is all i expected 
My mother didnand't give me what i want, what the fuck? 
Now i got a glock, makin motherfuckers duck 
Shit is real, and hungryand's how i feel 
I rob and steal because that money got that whip appeal 
Kickin niggaz down the steps just for rep 
Any repercussion lead to niggaz gettin wet 
The infraredand's at your head real steady 
You better grab your guns cause iand'm ready, ready 
Iand'm ready to die! 
(nah we ainand't gonand' kill your ass yet) 
(we gonna make you suffer) 
In a sec i throw the tec to your fuckin 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 on like you slumber right you fell to the conrete 
Your face, my feet, they meet, weand're stompin 
Iand'm rippin mcand's from tallahassee, to compton 
Biggie smalls on a higher plane 
Niggaz say iand'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 split 
Down your backbone to where your motherfuckin cheek drip 
The shit i kick, rip it through the vest 
Biggie smalls passin any test, iand'm ready to die! 
Iand'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, iand'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 iand'm ready to die) 
(all yand'all motherfuckers 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 donand't wanna see no cryin at my funeral)