Barbara Mason - Ready to Die lyrics

[Intro - Puff Daddy] Yeah, you ready motherf**er? We gonna k** your a** [Verse 1] As I grab the Glock, put it to your headpiece One in the chamber, the safety is off release Straight at your dome, holmes, I wanna see cabbage Biggie Smalls the savage, doing 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 b**h and make her drive The Q-45, Glocks and tecs are expected when I wreck sh** Respect is collected, so check it I got techniques dripping out my bu*tcheeks Sleep on my stomach so I don't f** up my sheets, huh My sh** is deep, deeper than my grave, G I'm ready to die and nobody can save me f** the world, f** my moms and my girl My life is played out like a Jheri curl, I'm ready to die! [Verse 2] As I sit back and look when I used to be a crook Doing whatever it took from snatching chains to pocketbooks A big bad motherf**er on the wrong road I got some d**, tried to get the avenue sewed I want it all from the Rolexes to the Lexus Getting paid is all I expected My mother didn't give me what I want, what the f**? Now I've got a Glock making motherf**ers duck sh** is real, and hungry's how I feel I rob and steal because that money got that whip appeal Kicking n***as down the steps just for rep Any repercussion lead to n***as getting wet The infrared's at your head real steady You better grab your guns cause I'm ready, ready I'm ready to die! [Interlude - Puff Daddy] Nah we ain't gonna k** your a** yet We gonna make you suffer [Verse 3] In a sec, I throw the tec to your f**ing neck Everybody hit the deck, Biggie bout to get some rec Quick to leave you in a coffin, for slick talking You better act like CeCe and keep on walking When I hit ya, I split ya to the white meat You swung a left, you swung a right, you fell to the concrete Your face, my feet, they meet, with stompin' I'm rippin MC's from Tallaha**ee, to Compton Biggie Smalls on a higher plane n***as say I'm strange deranged because I put the 12 gauge to your brain Make your sh** 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 motherf**ing cheek drip The sh** I kick, ripping through the vest Biggie Smalls pa**ing any test, I'm ready to die! I'm ready (Time to go, we gonna put you out your misery motherf**er) n***as definitely know what time it is The Notorious one in full effect For ninety-three! Suicidal, I'm ready! [Outro - Puff Daddy] (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 motherf**ers come with me if you want to) (Biggie Smalls the biggest man) (Rocking 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 crying at my funeral)