Ready 4 Whatever

Track by2Pac

  • 1997.11.25
  • 4:05


Rule number one niggaz die daily Hear me Boo yaow come on Ready for whatever hell yeah What type nigga be a Thug Life nigga Them Thug Life niggaz be the craziest run up nigga There's no way to survive in the city it's a shame Niggaz die from my hollow point bullet to the brain Will I survive or will I die is what I wonder Puffing on blunts and getting drunk to keep from going under Getting lost in the madness blunted getting tipsy Got my pistol out the window screaming Lord come and get me Am I sick or am I just another victim Unloading my clip I'm watching every bullet spit when I kick them Niggaz die from automatic gunfire Your time to expire nobody cry every man gotta die When they bury me they bury me a G Rest in peace to all the homies got to heaven before me Pour some liquor on the curb for the niggaz that's caught Had a motherfuckin ward but he didn't go to court God damn and one day we'll all be together Until then I'm ready for whatever c'mon Yeah niggaz moving something in the nine trey It's all about making money getting yours And knocking coppers off the motherfucking planet Word to the motherfucking nine nigga We gonna make this motherfucker ours If they don't feel me they gone kill me So Syke get skanless nigga Am I going to Hell or will I reach Heaven hell naw After all this shit I did with my Mac11 Did I sell my soul Mama woulda saved me That's the way that daddy raised me Oh God help me I'm losing it So fuck it Take me I'm doing it I need to change and look for a better way I got a hundred round clip to my AK Commiting sins I might die in vain So fuck it We'll live off the street fame God didn't send me in the right direction It getting hit by a diesel in the intersection I know you're out there help a young brother hear me Till then I'm a smoke motherfuckers Things wouldn't be so bad if we got the things that we never had I'm ready for whatever That's my motherfucking nigga there Big balling ass Syke Yeah nigga you schooled them young bustas on how it is to be a real motherfucking G In the nine trey motherfuckers is dying daily so you best be packing If you ain't boo yaow motherfucker Dear mama I know you worry cause I'm hardly at home Every other night in jail got you patient by the phone Wanna shake it cause I can't take it got me living in Hell Like I'm walking with a secret that'll kill me if I tell I live the Thug Life and can't nobody change me Not to the braing going insane just a part of the game So much caine in the fast lane finally a dry eye When I die bury me with my fo' five And let the devil feel the wrath of a nigga Going to Hell with my finger on the trigger Now everybody's staring Got a nigga losing hair and they wonder if I'm all there Well don't blame me blame the flame that flickers when niggaz getting richer more money Now tell me if you wanna live forever Niggaz dying so be ready for whatever come on Yeah ready for whatever Ready for whatever Thug Life niggaz and we be ready for whatever Let me go like this ready for whatever Huh Big Syke he be ready for whatever My nigga Kato ready for whatever Pain he's ready for whatever And my nigga Bam Bam he ready for whatever My nigga Banks just be ready for whatever Modu he's ready for whatever Big Serg we ready for whatever Charlie Tango ready for whatever My nigga Pac be ready for whatever Yeah ready for whatever Ready for whatever My big balling ass nigga Boom ready for whatever for show Yeah you know This how the player's do it I know you standing there confused You wondering what type of nigga is a Thug Life nigga Yeah nigga we be the balling player ass nigga About getting riches bitches and plenty loc Ya hear me Ready for whatever