The Notorious B.I.G.

The Notorious B.I.G. - Ready To Die songtekst

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Yeah...
 Yeah...
 (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 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 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
 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 didn't give me what I want, what the fuck?
 Now I got a glock, makin motherfuckers duck
 Shit is real, and hungry'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 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 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, we're stompin
 I'm rippin MC's from Tallahassee, to Compton
 Biggie Smalls on a higher plane
 Niggaz say I'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, 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 my soul to take)
 (Cause I'm ready to die)

 (All y'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 don't wanna see no cryin at my funeral
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Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Ready to Die (1994)

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