'Ready To Die' as written by Christopher Wallace, Sean Combs, Osten S Harvey, Clarence Satchell, Walter Junie Morrison, Ralph Middlebrooks, Marshall Eugene Jones, Barbara Mason and Leroy Bonner..

Yeah, yeah, you ready motherfucker?
We gonna kill your ass
(I'm ready)
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, 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 bitch and make her drive the Q
45, Glocks and TEC are expected when I wreck shit
Respect is collected, so check it
I got techniques dripping 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!
(Yes, I'm ready)
(Yes, I'm ready)
(Yes, I'm 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 Rolex's to the Lexus
Getting paid is all I expected
My mother didn't give me what I want, what the fuck?
Now I've got a Glock making motherfuckers duck
Shit is real and hungry's 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 infrared's at your head real steady
You better grab your guns 'cause I'm ready
(Yes, I'm ready)
(Yes, I'm ready) I'm ready to die
(Yes, I'm ready)
Nah we ain't gonna kill your ass yet, we gonna make you suffer
(So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die)
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 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' MCs from Tallahassee to Compton
Biggie Smalls on a higher plane
Niggas 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 slit
Down your backbone to where your motherfucking shit drip
The shit I kick, ripping through the vest
Biggie Smalls passing any test, I'm ready to die!
(Yes, I'm ready)
(Yes, I'm ready) I'm ready
(Yes, I'm ready)
Time to go, we gon' put you out your misery motherfucker
Niggas definitely know what time it is (Yes, I'm ready)
The Notorious one in full effect, '93 (Yes, I'm ready)
Uhh, uhh (Yes, I'm ready)
(So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die) Suicidal, I'm ready!
(Yes, I'm ready)
(So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die)
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
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