Ready 4 Whatever

Rule number one, niggaz die, daily

Hear me, boo-yaow, ready 4 whatever, Hell yeah

What type nigga be a Thug Life nigga?

Them Thug Life niggaz be the craziest, run up nigga

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 motherfuckin' ward but he didn't go to court

God damn, and one day we'll all be together

Until then I'm ready 4 whatever, c'mon

Yeah, niggaz 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 woulda saved me

That's the way that daddy raised me

Oh God, help me I'm losin' it

So fuck 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 fuck 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 motherfuckers

Things wouldn't be so bad

If we got the things that we never had, I'm ready 4 whatever

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 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 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 niggaz gettin' richer, mo' money

Now tell me if you wanna live forever

Niggaz dyin' so be ready 4 whatever

Yeah, ready 4 whatever

Ready 4 whatever

Thug Life niggaz and we be ready 4 whatever

Let me go like this, ready 4 whatever

Huh, Big Syke he be ready 4 whatever

My nigga Kato, ready 4 whatever

Pain, he's ready 4 whatever

And my nigga Bam Bam, he ready 4 whatever

My nigga Banks just be ready 4 whatever

Modu, he's ready 4 whatever

Big Serg, we ready 4 whatever

Charlie Tango, ready 4 whatever

My nigga Pac, be ready 4 whatever

Yeah, ready 4 whatever

Ready 4 whatever

My big-ballin' ass nigga Boom, ready 4 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?

Yeah hehehe nigga, we be the ballin' player-ass nigga

About gettin' riches, bitches and plenty loc'

Ready 4 whatever