2Pac — Ready 4 Whatever

[Intro] (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!) [Verse 1: 2Pac] 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 [Interlude] (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) [Verse 2: Big Syke] 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 [Interlude] (Hahahahaha, 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!) [Verse 3: 2Pac] 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 [Outro] (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