text: Yeah, yeah, you ready motherfucker?
  We gonna kill your ass, 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 sold
  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
  Kickin 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
  So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die
  Nah we aint gonna kill your ass yet, we gonna make you suffer
  In a sec, I throw the TEC to your fucking neck
  Everybody hit the deck, Biggie bout to get some rec
  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 motherfuckingshit drip
  The shit I kick, ripping 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 
  The Notorious one in full effect for 93 
  Uhh, uhh Yes, Im ready
  Suicidal, Im ready!
  So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die
  Yes, Im ready
  So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die
  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
  All yall motherfuckers come with me if you want to
  Biggie Smalls the biggest man
  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