Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ready 4 Whatever, artist - 2Pac.
Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ready 4 Whatever |
Hear me! |
Boo-yaow! |
(Ready for whatever, hell yeah |
What type nigga be a Thug Life nigga? |
Them Thug Life niggas be the craziest -- run up nigga!) |
There’s no way to survive in the city it’s a shame |
Niggas 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 |
Niggas 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 niggas that’s caught |
Had a motherfuckin' warrant 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, niggas 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 would have 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 |
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!) |
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 pain 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 niggas gettin' richer (mo' money) |
Now tell me if you wanna live forever |
Niggas dyin' so be ready for whatever |
(Yeah, ready for whatever |
Ready for whatever |
Thug Life niggas 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 |