*featuring Puff Daddy
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Yeah...
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Yeah...
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(You ready motherfucker?)
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(We gon' kill your ass)
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As I grab the glock, put it to your headpiece
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One in the chamber, the safety is off release
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Straight at your dome homes, I wanna see cabbage
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Biggie Smalls the savage, doin your brain cells much damage
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Teflon is the material for the imperial
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mic ripper girl stripper the Henny sipper
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I drop lyrics off and on like a lightswitch
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Quick to grab the right bitch and make her drive
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the Q-45, glocks and tecs are expected when I wreck shit
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Respect is collected, so check it
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I got techniques drippin out my buttcheeks
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Sleep on my stomach so I don't fuck up my sheets, huh
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My shit is deep, deeper than my grave G
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I'm ready to die and nobody can save me
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Fuck the world, fuck my moms and my girl
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My life is played out like a jheri curl, I'm ready to die
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As I sit back and look when I used to be a crook
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Doin whatever it took from snatchin chains to pocketbooks
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A big BAD motherfucker on the wrong road
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I got some drugs tried to get the avenue sold
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I want it all from the Rolexes
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to the Lexus gettin paid, is all I expected
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My mother didn't give me what I want, what the fuck?
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Now I got a glock, makin motherfuckers duck
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Shit is real, and hungry's how I feel
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I rob and steal because that money got that whip appeal
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Kickin niggaz down the steps just for rep
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Any repercussion lead to niggaz gettin wet
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The infrared's at your head real steady
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You better grab your guns cause I'm ready, ready
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I'm ready to die!
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(Nah we ain't gon' kill your ass yet)
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(We gonna make you suffer)
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In a sec I throw the tec to your fuckin neck
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Everybody hit the deck, Biggie bout to get some wreck
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Quick to leave you in a coffin, for slick talkin
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You better act like CeCe, and keep on walkin
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When I hit ya, I split ya to the white meat
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You swung on like you slumber right you fell to the conrete
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Your face, my feet, they meet, we're stompin
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I'm rippin MC's from Tallahassee, to Compton
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Biggie Smalls on a higher plane
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Niggaz say I'm strange deranged because I put the 12 gauge to your brain
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Make your shit splatter
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Mix the blood like batter then my pocket gets fatter
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after the hit, leave you on the street with your neck split
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down your backbone to where your motherfuckin cheek drip
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The shit I kick, rip it through the vest
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Biggie Smalls passin any test, I'm ready to die!
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I'm ready
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(Time to go, we gonna put you out your misery motherfucker)
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Niggaz definitely know what time it is
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The Notorious one in full effect
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for ninety-three!
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Suicidal, I'm ready!
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(Now I lay me down to sleep)
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Yeah
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(Pray the Lord my soul to keep)
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(If I should die before I wake)
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(I pray the Lord my soul to take)
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(Cause I'm ready to die)
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(All y'all motherfuckers come with me if you want to)
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(Biggie Smalls the biggest man)
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(Rockin on and on in ninety-three, Easy Mo Bee)
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(Third Eye, and the rest of the Bad Boy fam)
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(I don't wanna see no cryin at my funeral)
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Ready To Die
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Notorious Big |