Artist: 2pac f/ Big Syke

Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)

Song: Ready For Whatever

(Rule number one... niggaz die, daily, hahahaha)

Hear me! Boo-yaow!

(Ready for whatever, hell yeah

What type nigga be a Thug Life nigga?

Them Thug Life niggaz be the craziest -- run up nigga!)

Verse One: 2pac

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 for 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

Verse Two: Big Syke

Am I going to Hell or will I reach Heav-en? (hell naw)

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 (hear me)

Til 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

(Hahahahaha, 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!)

Verse Three: 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 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 for whatever

Yeah, ready for whatever

Ready for whatever

Thug Life niggaz and we be ready for whatever

Let me go like this, ready for whatever

Huh, Big Syke he be ready for whatever

My nigga Kato, ready for whatever

Pain, he's ready for whatever

And my nigga Bam Bam, he ready for whatever

My nigga Banks just be ready for whatever

Modu, he's ready for whatever

Big Serg, we ready for whatever

Charlie Tango, ready for whatever

My nigga Pac, be ready for whatever

Yeah, ready for whatever

Ready for whatever

My big-ballin ass nigga 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 nigga is a Thug Life nigga?

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

About gettin riches, bitches, and plenty loc

Ya hear me?)

Ready for whatever