2 Pac - Ready 4 Whatever Lyrics
(rule number one... niggaz die, daily, hahahaha)Hear me! boo-yaow!(ready for whatever, hell yeahWhat type nigga be a thug life nigga?Them thug life niggaz be the craziest - run up nigga!)2pac-Theres no way to survive in the city its a shameNiggaz die from my hollow-point bullet to the brainWill I survive or will I die is what I wonderPuffin on blunts and gettin drunk to keep from goin underGettin lost in the madness, blunted gettin tipsyGot my pistol out the window screamin, lord come and get meAm I sick, or am I just another victim?Unloadin my clip, Im watchin every bullet spit when I kick emNiggaz die from automatic gunfireYour time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta dieWhen they bury me, they bury me a gRest in peace, to all the homies got to heaven before mePour some liquor on the curb for the niggaz thats caughtHad a mother*****in ward but he didnt go to courtGod damn, and one day well all be togetherUntil then Im ready for whatever, cmon(yeah, niggaz movin somethin in the nine-treyIts all about makin money, gettin yoursAnd knockin coppers off the mother*****in planetWord to the mother*****in nine niggaWe gonna make this mother*****er oursIf they dont feel me, they gon kill meSo syke, get skanless nigga)Big syke-Am I going to hell or will I reach heav-en? (hell naw)After all this shit I did with my mac-11Did I sell my soul? mama woulda saved meThats the way that daddy raised meOh god, help me Im losin itSo ***** it! take me Im doin it!I need to change and look for a better wayI got a hundred round clip to my akCommitin sins I might die in vainSo ***** it! well live off the street fame!God didnt send me in the right directionIm gettin hit by a diesel in the intersectionI know youre out there help a young brother (hear me)Til then ima smoke mother*****ersThings wouldnt be so badIf we got the things that we never had, Im ready for whatever(hahahahaha, thats my mother*****in nigga thereBig ballin-ass sykeYeah nigga, you schooled them young bustasOn how it is to be a real mother*****in gIn the nine-trey mother*****ers is dyin daily so you best be packinIf you aint, boo-yaow mother*****er!)2pac-Dear mama I know you worry cause Im hardly at homeEvery other night in jail, got you patient by the phoneWanna shake it cause I cant take it got me livin in hellLike Im walkin with a secret thatll kill me if I tellI live the thug life and cant nobody, change meNot to the brain, going insane, just a part of the gameSo much caine in the fast lane, finally a dry eyeWhen I die, bury me with my fo-fiveAnd let the devil feel the wrath of a niggaGoin to hell with my finger on the triggerNow everybodys starinGot a nigga losin hair and they wonder if Im all thereWell dont blame me, blame the flame that flickersWhen niggaz gettin richer (mo money)Now tell me if you wanna live foreverNiggaz dyin so be ready for whatever(yeah, ready for whateverReady for whateverThug life niggaz and we be ready for whateverLet me go like this, ready for whateverHuh, big syke he be ready for whateverMy nigga kato, ready for whateverPain, hes ready for whateverAnd my nigga bam bam, he ready for whateverMy nigga banks just be ready for whateverModu, hes ready for whateverBig serg, we ready for whateverCharlie tango, ready for whateverMy nigga pac, be ready for whateverYeah, ready for whateverReady for whateverMy big-ballin ass nigga boom, ready for whatever fo shoYeah, you know!This how the players do itI know you standin there confusedYou wonderin -- what type of nigga is a thug life nigga?Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass niggaAbout gettin riches, *****es, and plenty locYa hear me? )Ready for whatever
