Lyrics:
They gon' kill you, you gon' die, you gon' die
They gon' kill you, they gon' kill you
You gon' die, you gon' die, they gon'
They gon' kill you, you
to flow to everyone and not for fun
come on now Im on its real and Ima tell you how I feel
Everyone of you punk mothafuckas see us as fake
thats a big
(warriors) on the rise (on the rise). (Time to die.)
Thug (censored) (Time to die.), you better be ready for war.
It's almost here--nineteen ninety-nine.
ain't notorious
Only a king on the gas that i'm flooring it
Only get wins holy shit i am glorious
Gas on me don't know where i'm storing this
Dinero big
acid and shitty bourbon
Took a minute to adjust, but right now this big shit is workin'
I'm white just by chance, but I'm country by God's graces
I wish he got up
I went trippin' that same night, I did some pop-ups
I guess it comes with the game When you live by that flame, you gon' die by
that
won't stop
uh huh
I thought I told you that we won't stop
I thought I told you that we won't stop
Check it out
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Je-sus the notorious
I just put the planet on my back because I'm too big for the city
If you scared then go to church
And get the fuck up out ya feelings
How you saying
never say die
'Cause chicks like this come in short supply
Check it out, it's Rage
Ready for the- (uh)
Ready for the breakdown
(Come on)
It's
blow by
My eyes stay fixed but the picture's kinda outta focus
I cry a lot but admit to it
Enjoyin' life now but I've been through it
Sometimes I
neat
Mental stroke money and heart broke
Parents getting old couldn’t cut throat
lit j old way a notorious play
Old school lazy terror A big day
Vibe
she came with me (yeah, yeah)
If I ever die, imma die Notorious like im B.I.G. I'm the king of V City (facts)
I done got way too far with this shit.
I'm
the night time
Yeah this one is for the night time chilling by the boombox
Looking at the stars while I'm sitting at the rooftop
11 pm, thinking Carpe Diem
Well it's the Funk Docta Spock
Meth-Tical
Biggie, Biggie
Uhh, uhh, uhh, (yo c'mon Big) uhh
Fuck that, I preach it, my nine reaches
Well it's the Funk Docta Spock
Meth-Tical
Biggie, Biggie
Uhh, uhh, uhh, (yo c'mon Big) uhh
Fuck that, I preach it, my nine reaches
really give a shit bout the consequences
Yea I'm ready die... notorious
I think I might die tonight
Where my ride or dies?
I been getting lucky
Always tip
And ready da die
We're in the skies
Told ah the semi
And came for ma ride
Bury the body that body
Then prolly get high
Tons ah money
Never bummy
Hittin
Figure of 8
Till I find my way back home like DaBaby
Micheal Jackson it's a thriller
Turn a man zombie
Beat it
Man is big
But not notorious
We move in 2's
fan singer?
The jam swinger
The Nautica wearer, the Karl Kani man
The Mr. Get Jig, the fly man
Notorious Ready To Die man
The Noah killer,
fan singer?
The jam swinger
The Nautica wearer, the Karl Kani man
The Mr. Get Jig, the fly man
Notorious Ready To Die man
The Noah killer,
out they necks they left in stew
That ain't how I move
The young fly smooth glorified kid
Bad boy just like Notorious B.I.G.
Or rock a fella like Shawn
Don't mean that he nice
It just means u corny as fuck
When you speak into mics
Im from the home of the
Great Daddy Kane & Rakim
Pac, Nas, Notorious Big
homies in the same boat goin' through the same thing
Ready for a cake, better plot for the paper
We been livin' in' the dark since April
bedroom killer
Just do it like nike you can call me big poppa
I'm notorious baby say ma name
I'm victorious i made money man
Uh i make ma chain hang low
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