Ready 4 Whatever
by 2Pac

(Rule number one... niggers die, daily, hahahaha)
Hear me! Boo-yaow!
(Ready for whatever, hell yeah
What type nigger be a Thug Life nigger?
Them Thug Life niggers be the craziest - run up nigger!)

There's no way to survive in the city it's a shame
Niggers die from my hollow-point bullet to the brain
Will I survive or will I die is what I wonder
Puffin on blunts and gettin' drunk to keep from goin' under

Gettin' lost in the madness, blunted gettin' tipsy
Got my pistol out the window screamin', "Lord come and get me"
Am I sick, or am I just another victim?
Unloadin' my clip, I'm watchin' every bullet spit when I kick em

Niggers 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 niggers 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, come on

(Yeah, niggers movin' somethin' in the nine-trey
It's all about makin' money, gettin' yours
And knockin' coppers off the motherfuckin' planet
Word to the motherfuckin' nine nigger

We gonna make this motherfucker ours
If they don't feel me, they goin' kill me
So Syke, get skanless nigger)

Am I going to Hell or will I reach Heav-en? (hell naw)
After all this shit I did with my Mac-11
Did I sell my soul? Mama would of saved me
That's the way that daddy raised me

Oh God, help me I'm losin' it
So fuck it! Take me I'm doin' it!
I need to change and look for a better way
I got a hundred round clip to my AK

Commitin' 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
I'm gettin' hit by a diesel in the intersection

I know you're out there help a young brother (hear me)
Til 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

(Hahahahaha, that's my motherfuckin' nigger there
Big ballin-ass Syke
Yeah nigger, you schooled them young bustas
on how it is to be a real motherfuckin' G
In the nine-trey motherfuckers is dyin' daily so you best be packin'
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
want to shake it cause I can't take it got me livin in Hell
Like I'm walkin' with a secret that'll kill me if I tell

I live the Thug Life and can't nobody, change me
Not to the brain, 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 nigger
Goin' to Hell with my finger on the trigger
Now everybody's starin'
Got a nigger losin' hair and they wonder if I'm all there

Well don't blame me, blame the flame that flickers
when niggers gettin' richer (mo' money)
Now tell me if you want to live forever
niggers dyin' so be ready for whatever

(Yeah, ready for whatever
Ready for whatever
Thug Life niggers and we be ready for whatever
Let me go like this, ready for whatever

Huh, Big Syke he be ready for whatever
My nigger Kato, ready for whatever
Pain, he's ready for whatever
And my nigger Bam Bam, he ready for whatever

My nigger Banks just be ready for whatever
Modu, he's ready for whatever
Big Serg, we ready for whatever
Charlie Tango, ready for whatever

My nigger Pac, be ready for whatever
Yeah, ready for whatever
Ready for whatever
My big-ballin' ass nigger Boom, ready for whatever for sure

Yeah, you know!
This how the player's do it
I know you standin' there confused
You wonderin' - what type of nigger is a Thug Life nigger?

Yeahehehehe nigger, we be the ballin' player-ass nigger
About gettin' riches, bitches, and plenty loc
Ya hear me?)

Ready for whatever
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