2Pac, Big Syke - Ready 4 Whatever lyrics

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

There's no way to survive in
The city it's a shame
Niggas 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
Niggas 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 niggas that's caught
Had a motherfuckin' warrant 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, niggas 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 nigga
We gonna make this motherfucker ours
If they don't feel me, they gon' kill me
So Syke, get skanless nigga)

Am I going to Hell or will I reach Heaven?
After all this shit I did with my MAC-11
Did I sell my soul? Mama would have 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
Committing 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 getting hit by a
Diesel in the intersection
I know you're out there help a young brother
Til then I'ma smoke motherfuckers
Things wouldn't be so bad
If we got the things that we never had
I'm ready for whatever

Ha ha hahaha
That's my motherfuckin' nigga there
Big ballin'-ass Syke
Yeah nigga, 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
Wanna 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 pain 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
Goin' to Hell with my finger on the trigger
Now everybody's starin'
Got a nigga losin' hair and they
Wonder if I'm all there
Well don't blame me
Blame the flame that flickers
When niggas gettin' richer (mo' money)
Now tell me if you wanna live forever
Niggas dyin' so be ready for whatever
Yeah, ready for whatever ready for whatever
Thug Life niggas 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 ballin' ass nigga Boom
Ready for whatever fo' sho'
Yeah, you know! This how the player's do it
I know you standin' there confused
You wonderin' - what type of nigga
Is a Thug Life nigga? Yeahehehehe nigga
We be the ballin' player-ass nigga
About gettin' riches, bitches
And plenty loc ya hear me?

Ready for whatever