2Pac Ready 4 Whatever Lyrics

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featuring Big Syke

(Rule number one... *****z die, daily, hahahaha)

Hear me! Boo-yaow!

(Ready for whatever, hell yeah

What type ***** be a Thug Life *****?

Them Thug Life *****z be the craziest -- run up *****!)


There's no way to survive in the city it's a shame

*****z 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

*****z 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 *****z that's caught

Had a **********in 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, *****z movin somethin in the nine-trey

It's all about makin money, gettin yours

And knockin coppers off the **********in planet

Word to the **********in nine *****

We gonna make this ************ ours

If they don't feel me, they gon kill me

So Syke, get skanless *****)

[Big Syke]

Am I going to Hell or will I reach Heav-en? (hell naw)

After all this **** I did with my Mac-11

Did I sell my soul? Mama woulda saved me

That's the way that daddy raised me

Oh God, help me I'm losin it

So **** 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 **** 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'ma smoke ************s

Things wouldn't be so bad

if we got the things that we never had, I'm ready for whatever

(Hahahahaha, that's my **********in ***** there

Big ballin-*** Syke

Yeah *****, you schooled them young bustas

on how it is to be a real **********in G

In the nine-trey ************s is dyin daily so you best be packin

If you ain't, boo-yaow ************!)


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 *****

Goin to Hell with my finger on the trigger

Now everybody's starin

Got a ***** losin hair and they wonder if I'm all there

Well don't blame me, blame the flame that flickers

when *****z gettin richer (mo' money)

Now tell me if you want to live forever

*****z dyin so be ready for whatever

(Yeah, ready for whatever

Ready for whatever

Thug Life *****z and we be ready for whatever

Let me go like this, ready for whatever

Huh, Big Syke he be ready for whatever

My ***** Kato, ready for whatever

Pain, he's ready for whatever

And my ***** Bam Bam, he ready for whatever

My ***** Banks just be ready for whatever

Modu, he's ready for whatever

Big Serg, we ready for whatever

Charlie Tango, ready for whatever

My ***** Pac, be ready for whatever

Yeah, ready for whatever

Ready for whatever

My big-ballin *** ***** 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 ***** is a Thug Life *****?

Yeahehehehe *****, we be the ballin player-*** *****

About gettin riches, *****es, and plenty loc

Ya hear me?)

Ready for whatever

Written by: Gil Scott Scott Heron, Johnny Lee Jackson, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Tyruss Gerald Himes
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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