Chords for The Notorious B.I.G. - Ready To Die [Legendado]

Tempo:
85.275 bpm
Chords used:

Abm

Ab

F

Db

Ebm

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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The Notorious B.I.G. - Ready To Die [Legendado] chords
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Yeah, yeah.
You ready, motherfucker?
[Abm]
I'm gonna kill your ass.
I'm ready.
As I grab the Glock, put it to your headpiece.
On the chamber, the safety is off, release.
Straight at your door, arms up on a big cabbage.
Peaky small to [F] savage, doing your brain cells much [Abm] damage.
Teflon is the material for the Imperial.
Might rip a girl's strip off the Henny sipper.
I drop lyrics off and on like a light switch.
Quick to grab the [Db] right bitch and make her drive the [Abm] Q.
45 Glocks in text are expected when I run shit.
Respect is collected, so check it.
I got techniques ripping out my book sheets.
Sleep on my stomach [F] so I don't fuck up my [Abm] sheets.
Fuck, my shit is deep, deeper than my grade, G.
[F] I'm ready to die and nobody can [Abm] save me.
Fuck the [F] world, fuck my moms and my girl.
My life is played out like a Derrick girl.
I'm [Abm] ready to die.
You got some brass?
You got some brass?
You got some brass?
You got some brass?
As I sit back and look when I used to be a crook.
Doing [Ab] whatever it took from snatching chains to [Abm] pocketbooks.
A big ass motherfucker on the wrong road.
[Ab] I got some grunts trying to get the avenues [Abm] sold.
I'm on it all from the Rolexes to the Lexus.
Getting paid is all I expected.
My mother didn't give me what I want.
What the fuck?
Now [F] I got a Glock making motherfuckers [Abm] duck.
Shit is real and hungry's how I feel.
I rob and steal because that money got that rhythm.
Kicking niggas down the steps just for rep.
[Ab] And it repercussions me to niggas getting [Abm] wet.
The infrared's at your head real steady.
You better grab your gun cause I'm ready.
You got some brass?
You got some brass?
You got some brass?
[Ebm] [Abm]
[Ab]
[Abm]
[Ab] [Abm] I'm ready for you.
I'm ready for you.
I'm ready for you.
[Ab] Niggas say I'm strange to range because I put [Abm] the 12K in your brain.
Make your shit splatter.
Bitch the blood like batter then my pocket gets fatter after the hit.
Leave you on the street with your neck split.
[Fm] Down your backbone to where your motherfucking [Abm] seat rest.
The shit I kick, rip it through the [Ab] vest.
Biggie Smalls passing any [Abm] test.
I'm ready to die.
You got some brass?
You got some brass? I'm ready.
You got some brass?
Time to go.
We gon' put you out of commission you motherfuckers.
Niggas definitely know what time it is.
Notorious 24 back.
93.
Uh.
Uh.
Super Slido.
I'm ready.
Uh.
Uh.
Uh.
Now I lay me down to sleep.
Pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I roll.
I pray the Lord my soul to take.
I'm ready to die.
I'm ready.
I'm ready.
All y'all motherfuckers come with me, bro.
I'm ready.
I'm ready.
Biggie Smalls.
Rocking on and on in 93.
Yeezy Moby.
Shadalot.
Love to the Bad Boy family.
I don't wanna see no crying at my funeral.
[N]
Key:  
Abm
123111114
Ab
134211114
F
134211111
Db
12341114
Ebm
13421116
Abm
123111114
Ab
134211114
F
134211111
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Yeah, _ yeah. _ _ _
You ready, motherfucker?
_ [Abm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I'm gonna kill your ass.
I'm ready.
As I grab the Glock, put it to your headpiece.
On the chamber, the safety is off, release.
Straight at your door, arms up on a big cabbage.
Peaky small to [F] savage, doing your brain cells much [Abm] damage.
Teflon is the material for the Imperial.
Might rip a girl's strip off the Henny sipper.
I drop lyrics off and on like a light switch.
Quick to grab the [Db] right bitch and make her drive the [Abm] Q.
45 Glocks in text are expected when I run shit.
Respect is collected, so check it.
I got techniques ripping out my book sheets.
Sleep on my stomach [F] so I don't fuck up my [Abm] sheets.
Fuck, my shit is deep, deeper than my grade, G.
[F] I'm ready to die and nobody can [Abm] save me.
Fuck the [F] world, fuck my moms and my girl.
My life is played out like a Derrick girl.
I'm [Abm] ready to die.
You got some brass?
You got some brass?
You got some brass?
You got some brass?
As I sit back and look when I used to be a crook.
Doing [Ab] whatever it took from snatching chains to [Abm] pocketbooks.
A big ass motherfucker on the wrong road.
[Ab] I got some grunts trying to get the avenues [Abm] sold.
I'm on it all from the Rolexes to the Lexus.
Getting paid is all I expected.
My mother didn't give me what I want.
What the fuck?
Now [F] I got a Glock making motherfuckers [Abm] duck.
Shit is real and hungry's how I feel.
I rob and steal because that money got that rhythm.
Kicking niggas down the steps just for rep.
[Ab] And it repercussions me to niggas getting [Abm] wet.
The infrared's at your head real steady.
You better grab your gun cause I'm ready.
You got some brass?
You got some brass?
You got some brass? _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Ebm] _ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _
_ [Ab] _ _ _ [Abm] I'm ready for you.
I'm ready for you.
I'm ready for you.
[Ab] Niggas say I'm strange to range because I put [Abm] the 12K in your brain.
Make your shit splatter.
Bitch the blood like batter then my pocket gets fatter after the hit.
Leave you on the street with your neck split.
[Fm] Down your backbone to where your motherfucking [Abm] seat rest.
The shit I kick, rip it through the [Ab] vest.
Biggie Smalls passing any [Abm] test.
I'm ready to die.
You got some brass?
You got some brass? I'm ready.
You got some brass?
Time to go.
We gon' put you out of commission you motherfuckers.
Niggas definitely know what time it is.
Notorious 24 back.
93.
Uh.
Uh.
Super Slido.
I'm ready. _ _ _
_ Uh.
Uh.
Uh.
Now I lay me down to sleep.
Pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I roll.
I pray the Lord my soul to take.
_ I'm ready to die.
I'm ready. _
_ I'm ready.
_ All y'all motherfuckers come with me, bro.
_ _ _ _ _ I'm ready. _
_ I'm ready.
_ _ _ Biggie Smalls.
_ _ Rocking on and on in 93. _
Yeezy Moby.
_ Shadalot.
Love to the Bad Boy family.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
I don't wanna see no crying at my funeral. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _