Ready 4 Whatever Lyrics - R U Still Down? (remember Me) - 2pac

(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!) 

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 

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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 

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 

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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 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