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(Rule number one... niggers die, daily, hahahaha)Hear me! Boo-yaow!(Ready for whatever, hell yeahWhat type nigger be a Thug Life nigger?Them Thug Life niggers be the craziest - run up nigger!)There's no way to survive in the city it's a shameNiggers die from my hollow-point bullet to the brainWill I survive or will I die is what I wonderPuffin on blunts and gettin' drunk to keep from goin' underGettin' lost in the madness, blunted gettin' tipsyGot 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 emNiggers die from automatic gunfireYour time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta dieWhen they bury me, they bury me a GRest in peace, to all the homies got to heaven before mePour some liquor on the curb for the niggers that's caughtLetras de cancionesHad a motherfuckin' ward but he didn't go to courtGod damn, and one day we'll all be togetherUntil then I'm ready for whatever, come on(Yeah, niggers movin' somethin' in the nine-treyIt's all about makin' money, gettin' yoursAnd knockin' coppers off the motherfuckin' planetWord to the motherfuckin' nine niggerWe gonna make this motherfucker oursIf they don't feel me, they goin' kill meSo Syke, get skanless nigger)Am I going to Hell or will I reach Heav-en? (hell naw)After all this shit I did with my Mac-11Did I sell my soul? Mama would of saved meThat's the way that daddy raised meOh God, help me I'm losin' itSo fuck it! Take me I'm doin' it!I need to change and look for a better wayI got a hundred round clip to my AKCommitin' sins I might die in vainSo fuck it! We'll live off the street fame!God didn't send me in the right directionI'm gettin' hit by a diesel in the intersectionI know you're out there help a young brother (hear me)Til then I'm a smoke motherfuckersThings wouldn't be so badif we got the things that we never had, I'm ready for whatever(Hahahahaha, that's my motherfuckin' nigger thereBig ballin-ass SykeYeah nigger, you schooled them young bustason how it is to be a real motherfuckin' GIn 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 homeEvery other night in jail, got you patient by the phonewant to shake it cause I can't take it got me livin in HellLike I'm walkin' with a secret that'll kill me if I tellI live the Thug Life and can't nobody, change meNot to the brain, going insane, just a part of the gameSo much caine in the fast lane, finally a dry eyeWhen I die, bury me with my fo'-fiveAnd let the devil feel the wrath of a niggerGoin' to Hell with my finger on the triggerNow everybody's starin'Got a nigger losin' hair and they wonder if I'm all thereWell don't blame me, blame the flame that flickerswhen niggers gettin' richer (mo' money)Now tell me if you want to live foreverniggers dyin' so be ready for whatever(Yeah, ready for whatever Ready for whateverThug Life niggers and we be ready for whateverLet me go like this, ready for whateverHuh, Big Syke he be ready for whateverMy nigger Kato, ready for whateverPain, he's ready for whateverAnd my nigger Bam Bam, he ready for whateverMy nigger Banks just be ready for whateverModu, he's ready for whateverBig Serg, we ready for whateverCharlie Tango, ready for whateverMy nigger Pac, be ready for whateverYeah, ready for whateverReady for whateverMy big-ballin' ass nigger Boom, ready for whatever for sureYeah, you know!This how the player's do itI know you standin' there confusedYou wonderin' - what type of nigger is a Thug Life nigger?Yeahehehehe nigger, we be the ballin' player-ass niggerAbout gettin' riches, bitches, and plenty locYa hear me?)Ready for whatever
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"Ready 4 Whatever" as written by Tupac Shukar Johnny Jackson
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