The Notorious B.I.G. - Intro (Ready to Die) lyrics
The Notorious B.I.G. [Christopher George Latore Wallace] Brooklyn, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[The Notorious B.I.G. - Intro Ready to Die lyrics]
Push c'mon, shorty, stay push, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon, push it's almost there
One more time, c'mon
C'mon, push, baby, one more time
Harder, harder, push it harder
Push, push, c'mon
One more time, here it goes i see the head!
Yeah, c'mon! yeah! yeah!
You did it, baby, yeah!
But if you lose, don't ask no questions why
The only game you know is do or die ah ha ha
Hard to understand what a hell of a man
Hip hop the hippie the hippie
To the hip hip hop and you don't stop
Rock it out, baby bubba, to the boogie
The bang bang
The boogie to the boogie that be
Now, what you hear is not a test
God damn it, Voletta
What the fuck are you doin'?
You can't control that God damn boy? What?
I just saw Mr johnson, he told me he caught
The motherfucking boy shoplifting
What the fuck are you doin'?
(Get your black ass the fuck off)
You can't control that God
I don't know what the fuck
To do with that boy
What the fuck do you want me to do?
If if you can't con fucking control him
I'ma send him
(All you fucking do is bitch all day
Motherfucker) i'ma send him Bitch, bitch, I
I'ma send his motherfuckin' ass to a
Group home God damn it, what?
I'll smack the shit outta you, bitch!
(Kick my black ass, motherfucker)
What the fuck? Yo You You are fucking up
(Comin' in here, smellin' like sour socks
You dumb motherfucker) i'ma fuck you up
When I'm bustin' up a party I feel no guilt
Gizmo's cuttin' up for thee
Suckers that's down with nei
What, nigga, you wanna rob
Them motherfuckin' trains, you crazy?
Yes, yes, motherfucker, motherfuckin'
Right, nigga, yes
Nigga, what the fuck, nigga? We gonna get
Nigga, it's eighty-seven nigga
Is you dead broke?
Yeah, nigga, but, but, nigga
Motherfucker, is you broke, motherfucker?
We need to get some motherfuckin' paper
Nigga yeah, but nigga, it's a train
Ain't nobody robbed no motherfucking train
Just listen, man, your mother
Giving you money, nigga?
My moms don't give me shit, nigga
It's time to get paid, nigga is you with me?
Motherfucker, is you with me?
Yeah, I'm with you, nigga, c'mon
Alright then, nigga
Let's make it happen then
All you motherfuckers get on
The fuckin' floor!
Get on the motherfucking floor!
Give me all your motherfucking money
(And don't move, nigga)
I want the fuckin' jewelry
Give me every-fuckin'-thing
Nigga I'd shut the fuck up or
I'ma blow your motherfuckin' brains out!
(Gimme your fuckin' money, motherfucker)
Nigga, give me your jewelry
Empty your pockets (Fuck you, bitch)
Get up off that shit
What the fuck you holding on
To that shit for, bitch?
I get money, money I got
Stunts call me honey if they feel real hot
Open C-74, Smalls
Mr smalls, let me walk you to the door
So how does it feel leaving us? C'mon man
What kind of fucking question is that man?
Trying to get the fuck up out this joint dog
Yeah, yeah, you'll be back
You niggers always are go ahead man
What the fuck is you hollering about?
You won't see me up in
This motherfucker no more we'll see
I got big plans nigga, big plans, hahahaha
C'mon, c'mon, push it's almost there
One more time, c'mon
C'mon, push, baby, one more time
Harder, harder, push it harder
Push, push, c'mon
One more time, here it goes i see the head!
Yeah, c'mon! yeah! yeah!
You did it, baby, yeah!
But if you lose, don't ask no questions why
The only game you know is do or die ah ha ha
Hard to understand what a hell of a man
Hip hop the hippie the hippie
To the hip hip hop and you don't stop
Rock it out, baby bubba, to the boogie
The bang bang
The boogie to the boogie that be
Now, what you hear is not a test
God damn it, Voletta
What the fuck are you doin'?
You can't control that God damn boy? What?
I just saw Mr johnson, he told me he caught
The motherfucking boy shoplifting
What the fuck are you doin'?
(Get your black ass the fuck off)
You can't control that God
I don't know what the fuck
To do with that boy
What the fuck do you want me to do?
If if you can't con fucking control him
I'ma send him
(All you fucking do is bitch all day
Motherfucker) i'ma send him Bitch, bitch, I
I'ma send his motherfuckin' ass to a
Group home God damn it, what?
I'll smack the shit outta you, bitch!
(Kick my black ass, motherfucker)
What the fuck? Yo You You are fucking up
(Comin' in here, smellin' like sour socks
You dumb motherfucker) i'ma fuck you up
When I'm bustin' up a party I feel no guilt
Gizmo's cuttin' up for thee
Suckers that's down with nei
What, nigga, you wanna rob
Them motherfuckin' trains, you crazy?
Yes, yes, motherfucker, motherfuckin'
Right, nigga, yes
Nigga, what the fuck, nigga? We gonna get
Nigga, it's eighty-seven nigga
Is you dead broke?
Yeah, nigga, but, but, nigga
Motherfucker, is you broke, motherfucker?
We need to get some motherfuckin' paper
Nigga yeah, but nigga, it's a train
Ain't nobody robbed no motherfucking train
Just listen, man, your mother
Giving you money, nigga?
My moms don't give me shit, nigga
It's time to get paid, nigga is you with me?
Motherfucker, is you with me?
Yeah, I'm with you, nigga, c'mon
Alright then, nigga
Let's make it happen then
All you motherfuckers get on
The fuckin' floor!
Get on the motherfucking floor!
Give me all your motherfucking money
(And don't move, nigga)
I want the fuckin' jewelry
Give me every-fuckin'-thing
Nigga I'd shut the fuck up or
I'ma blow your motherfuckin' brains out!
(Gimme your fuckin' money, motherfucker)
Nigga, give me your jewelry
Empty your pockets (Fuck you, bitch)
Get up off that shit
What the fuck you holding on
To that shit for, bitch?
I get money, money I got
Stunts call me honey if they feel real hot
Open C-74, Smalls
Mr smalls, let me walk you to the door
So how does it feel leaving us? C'mon man
What kind of fucking question is that man?
Trying to get the fuck up out this joint dog
Yeah, yeah, you'll be back
You niggers always are go ahead man
What the fuck is you hollering about?
You won't see me up in
This motherfucker no more we'll see
I got big plans nigga, big plans, hahahaha