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)