2pac - Ready 4 Whatever lyrics

(rule number one... n***az die, daily, hahahaha) Hear me! boo-yaow! (ready for whatever, hell yeah What type n***a be a thug life n***a? Them thug life n***az be the craziest - run up n***a!) 2pac- There's no way to survive in the city it's a shame n***az 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 n***az 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 n***az that's caught Had a motherf**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, n***az movin somethin in the nine-trey It's all about makin money, gettin yours And knockin coppers off the motherf**in planet Word to the motherf**in nine n***a We gonna make this motherf**er ours If they don't feel me, they gon k** me So syke, get skanless n***a) Big syke- Am i going to hell or will i reach heav-en? (hell naw) After all this sh** 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** 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** 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 motherf**ers Things wouldn't be so bad If we got the things that we never had, i'm ready for whatever (hahahahaha, that's my motherf**in n***a there Big ballin-a** syke Yeah n***a, you schooled them young bustas On how it is to be a real motherf**in g In the nine-trey motherf**ers is dyin daily so you best be packin If you ain't, boo-yaow motherf**er!) 2pac- 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 k** 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 n***a Goin to hell with my finger on the trigger Now everybody's starin Got a n***a losin hair and they wonder if i'm all there Well don't blame me, blame the flame that flickers When n***az gettin richer (mo' money) Now tell me if you wanna live forever n***az dyin so be ready for whatever (yeah, ready for whatever Ready for whatever Thug life n***az and we be ready for whatever Let me go like this, ready for whatever Huh, big syke he be ready for whatever My n***a kato, ready for whatever Pain, he's ready for whatever And my n***a bam bam, he ready for whatever My n***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 n***a pac, be ready for whatever Yeah, ready for whatever Ready for whatever My big-ballin a** n***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 n***a is a thug life n***a? Yeahehehehe n***a, we be the ballin player-a** n***a About gettin riches, b**hes, and plenty loc Ya hear me?) Ready for whatever