text: Yeah, yeah
  You ready, motherfucker? 
  We gon kill your ass 
  Im ready
  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 light switch
  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 dripping out my butt cheeks
  Sleep on my stomach so I dont fuck up my sheets, huh 
  My shit is deep, deeper than my grave, G
  Im 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, Im ready to die
  Yes, Im ready
  Yes, Im ready
  Yes, Im ready
  So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die
  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 motherfucker on the wrong road
  I got some drugs, tried to get the avenue sewed
  I want it all from the Rolexes to the Lexus
  Getting paid is all I expected
  My mother didnt give me what I want, what the fuck?
  Now Ive got a Glock making motherfuckers duck
  Shit is real and hungrys how I feel
  I rob and steal because that money got that whip appeal 
  Kicking niggas down the steps just for rep
  Any repercussion lead to niggas getting wet
  The infrareds at your head real steady
  You better grab your guns cause Im ready
  Yes, Im ready
  Yes, Im ready
  Im ready to die
  Yes, Im ready
  Nah, we aint gonna kill your ass yet
  So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die
  We gon make you suffer
  In a sec I throw the TEC to your fucking 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 a left, you swung a right, you fell to the concrete
  Your face, my feet, they meet with stompin 
  Im rippin MCs from Tallahassee to Compton
  Biggie Smalls on a higher plane, niggas say Im 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 slit
  Down your backbone to where your motherfucking shit drip 
  The shit I kick, rippin through the vest
  Biggie Smalls passing any test, Im ready to die
  Yes, Im ready
  Yes, Im ready
  Im ready
  Yes, Im ready
  Time to go, we gon put you out your misery motherfucker
  Niggas definitely know what time it is
  Yes, Im ready
  The Notorious one in full effect for 93 
  Yes, Im ready
  Uhh, uhh
  Yes, Im ready
  So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die
  Suicidal, Im ready
  Yes, Im ready
  Uh
  So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die
  Uh, uh, uh
  Now I lay me down to sleep 
  Pray the Lord my soul to keep
  If I should die before I wake
  I pray the Lord my soul to take
  Cause Im ready to die
  Im ready
  Im ready
  All yall motherfuckers come with me if you want to, haha
  Im ready
  Im ready
  Im ready
  Biggie Smalls the biggest man
  Im ready
  Rocking on and on in 93
  Easy Mo Bee
  Third Eye and the rest of the Bad Boy fam
  I dont wanna see no crying at my funeral