Ready 4 Whatever (Explicit) - 2Pac (图派克)

Rule number one niggaz die daily

Hear me boo-yaow ready for whatever hell yeah

What type ni**a be a thug life ni**a

Them thug life niggaz be the craziest run up ni**a

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

Niggaz 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

Niggaz 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 niggaz that's caught

Had a motherf**kin' 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 niggaz movin' somethin' in the nine-trey

It's all about makin' money gettin' yours

And knockin' coppers off the motherf**kin' planet

Word to the motherf**kin' nine ni**a

We gonna make this motherf**ker ours

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

So syke get skanless ni**a

Am I going to hell or will I reach heaven

After all this sh*t 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 f**k 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 f**k 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

'Til then I'ma smoke motherf**kers

Things wouldn't be so bad

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

That's my motherf**kin' ni**a there

Big ballin' a** syke

Yeah ni**a you schooled them young bustas

On how it is to be a real motherf**kin' g

In the nine-trey motherf**kers is dyin' daily so you best be packin'

If you ain't boo-yaow motherf**ker

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 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 ni**a

Goin' to hell with my finger on the trigger

Now everybody's starin'

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

Well don't blame me blame the flame that flickers

When niggaz gettin' richer mo' money

Now tell me if you wanna live forever

Niggaz dyin' so be ready for whatever

Yeah ready for whatever

Ready for whatever

Thug life niggaz and we be ready for whatever

Let me go like this ready for whatever

Huh big syke he be ready for whatever

My ni**a kato ready for whatever

Pain he's ready for whatever

And my ni**a bam bam he ready for whatever

My ni**a banks just be ready for whatever

Modu he's ready for whatever

Big serg we ready for whatever

Charlie tango ready for whatever

My ni**a pac be ready for whatever

Yeah ready for whatever

Ready for whatever

My big-ballin' a** ni**a 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 ni**a is a thug life ni**a

Yeah hehehe ni**a we be the ballin' player-a** ni**a

About gettin' riches b**ches and plenty loc'

Ready for whatever