เนื้อเพลง Ready 4 Whatever - 2Pac

(Rule number one... n*ggaz die, daily, hahahaha)
Hear me! Boo-yaow!
(Ready for whatever, hell yeah
What type n*gga be a Thug Life n*gga?
Them Thug Life n*ggaz be the craziest -- run up n*gga!)

[2Pac]
There's no way to survive in the city it's a shame
N*ggaz 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*ggaz 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*ggaz that's caught
Had a motherf*ckin 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*ggaz movin somethin in the nine-trey
It's all about makin money, gettin yours
And knockin coppers off the motherf*ckin planet
Word to the motherf*ckin nine n*gga
We gonna make this motherf*cker ours
If they don't feel me, they gon kill me
So Syke, get skanless n*gga)

[Big Syke]
Am I going to Hell or will I reach Heav-en? (hell naw)
After all this sh*t 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*ck 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*ck 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*ckers
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*ckin n*gga there
Big ballin-ass Syke
Yeah n*gga, you schooled them young bustas
on how it is to be a real motherf*ckin G
In the nine-trey motherf*ckers is dyin daily so you best be packin
If you ain't, boo-yaow motherf*cker!)

[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 n*gga
Goin to Hell with my finger on the trigger
Now everybody's starin
Got a n*gga losin hair and they wonder if I'm all there
Well don't blame me, blame the flame that flickers
when n*ggaz gettin richer (mo' money)
Now tell me if you wanna live forever
N*ggaz dyin so be ready for whatever

(Yeah, ready for whatever
Ready for whatever
Thug Life n*ggaz and we be ready for whatever
Let me go like this, ready for whatever
Huh, Big Syke he be ready for whatever
My n*gga Kato, ready for whatever
Pain, he's ready for whatever
And my n*gga Bam Bam, he ready for whatever
My n*gga 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*gga Pac, be ready for whatever
Yeah, ready for whatever
Ready for whatever
My big-ballin ass n*gga 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*gga is a Thug Life n*gga?
Yeahehehehe n*gga, we be the ballin player-ass n*gga
About gettin riches, b*tches, and plenty loc
Ya hear me?)

Ready for whatever