(feat. Puff Daddy)    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)