Ready to die biggie smalls lyrics windows#

I'm slamming niggaz like Shaquille, shit is real When it's time to eat a meal, I rob and steal 'Cos mom Duke ain't giving me shit So for the bread and butter, I leave niggaz in the gutter Then I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing bitches too Up the herring bones and bamboos I wouldn't give fuck if you're pregnant Give me the baby rings and a number one mom pendant Yes, love, love your fucking attitude Because the nigga play pussy That's the nigga that's getting screwed And bruised up from the pistol whipping Webs on the neck from the necklace stripping

Nigga, you ain't got to explain shit I've been robbin' motherfuckers since the slave ships With the same clip and the same four-five Two point-blank, a motherfucker's sure to die That's my word, nigga, even try to bogart Have his mother singing 'It's so hard' No need for that, just grab the fucking gat The first pocket that's fat, the Tec is to his back Word is bond, I'm a smoke him, yo, don't fake no moves (What?) Treat it like boxing, stick and move, stick and move Motherfucking right My pocket's looking kind of tight And I'm stressed Yo Biggie, let me get the vest

My man Inf left a Tec and a nine at my crib Turned himself in, he had to do a bid A one-to-three, he be home the end of '93 I'm ready to get this paper, G, you with me?

Ready to die biggie smalls lyrics windows#

Yeah, motherfuckers better know Huh, huh, lock your windows Close your doors Biggie Smalls, huh, yeah