Ready 4 Whatever Lyrics

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