2Pac – Ready 4 Whatever Lyrics

2Pac – Ready 4 Whatever Lyrics
Ready 4 Whatever
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    "Ready 4 Whatever." - 2Pac

    Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
    Track No: 01
    Rule number one, **** die daily
    Ready for whatever, hell yeah, what type **** be a thug life ****?
    Them thug life **** be the craziest, run up ****
    There's no way to survive in the city, it's a shame
    **** die from my hollow point bullet to the brain
    Will I survive or will I die is what I wonder
    Puffin on blunts and getting drunk to keep from going under
    Getting lost in the madness, blunted, getting tipsy
    Got my pistol out the window screaming, Lord, come and get me
    Am I sick or am I just another victim?
    Unloading my clip, I'm watching every bullet split when I kick 'em
    **** dies 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 **** that's caught
    Had a motherfucking warrant but he didn't go to court
    Goddamn, and one day we'll all be together
    Until then I'm ready for whatever, come on
    Yeah, **** moving something in the nine-trey
    It's all about making money, getting yours
    And knocking coppers off the motherfucking planet
    Word to the motherfucking nine, ****
    We gonna make this motherfucker ours
    If they don't feel me they gon' kill me
    So Syke, get scandalous, ****
    Am I going to Hell or will I reach Heaven? (Hell no)
    After all this shit I did with my Mac-11
    Did I sell my soul? Mama wouldn't saved me
    That's the way that daddy raised me
    Oh God, help me, I'm losing it
    So fuck it, take me, I'm doing it
    I need to change and look for a better way
    I got a hundred round clip to my AK
    Committing 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 getting hit by a diesel in the intersection
    I know you're out there, help a young brother (You hear me?)
    Till then I'ma smoke motherfuckers
    Things wouldn't be so bad if we got the things that we never had
    I'm ready for whatever
    That's my motherfucking **** there, big balling ass Syke
    Yeah ****, you schooled them young busters
    On how it is to be a real motherfucking G
    In the nine-trey motherfuckers is dying daily so you best be packing
    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 pacing by the phone
    Wanna shake it 'cause I can't take it, got me living in Hell
    Like I'm walking 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 pain in the fast lane, finally a dry eye
    When I die, bury me with my .45
    And let the Devil feel the wrath of a ****
    Going to Hell with my finger on the trigger
    Now everybody's staring
    Got a **** losing hair and they wonder if I'm all there
    Well, don't blame me, blame the flame that flickers
    When **** getting richer (Mo' money)
    Now tell me if you wanna live forever, **** dying so be ready for whatever
    Yeah, ready for whatever, ready for whatever
    Thug life **** 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 is ready for whatever and my **** Bam Bam, he ready for whatever
    My **** Banks be ready for whatever
    Modu he's ready for whatever, Big Serg, ready for whatever
    Charlie Tango, be ready for whatever
    My **** Pac be ready for whatever
    Yeah, ready for whatever, ready for whatever
    My big ballin ass **** Boom, ready for whatever for sure
    Yeah, you know, this how the players do it
    I know you're standing there confused, you're wondering
    What type of **** is a thug life ****?
    Yeah ****, we be the balling player ass ****
    About getting riches, bitches and plenty loc, ya hear me?
    Ready for whatever

    Writer(s): 2Pac, T. Himes, Johnny J. & Gil Scott-Heron.

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