Ready 4 Whatever

Rule number one, **** die daily

Ready for whatever, hell yeah, what type **** be a thug life ****?

Them thug life **** be the craziest, run up ****

There's no way to survive in the city, it's a shame

**** die from my hollow point bullet to the brain

Will I survive or will I die is what I wonder

Puffin on blunts and getting drunk to keep from going under

Getting lost in the madness, blunted, getting tipsy

Got my pistol out the window screaming, Lord, come and get me

Am I sick or am I just another victim?

Unloading my clip, I'm watching every bullet split when I kick 'em

**** dies 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 **** that's caught

Had a motherfucking warrant but he didn't go to court

Goddamn, and one day we'll all be together

Until then I'm ready for whatever, come on

Yeah, **** moving something in the nine-trey

It's all about making money, getting yours

And knocking coppers off the motherfucking planet

Word to the motherfucking nine, ****

We gonna make this motherfucker ours

If they don't feel me they gon' kill me

So Syke, get scandalous, ****

Am I going to Hell or will I reach Heaven? (Hell no)

After all this shit I did with my Mac-11

Did I sell my soul? Mama wouldn't 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 (You hear me?)

Till 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

That's my motherfucking **** there, big balling ass Syke

Yeah ****, you schooled them young busters

On how it is to be a real motherfucking G

In the nine-trey motherfuckers is dying daily so you best be packing

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 pacing by the phone

Wanna shake it 'cause I can't take it, got me living in Hell

Like I'm walking 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 .45

And let the Devil feel the wrath of a ****

Going to Hell with my finger on the trigger

Now everybody's staring

Got a **** losing hair and they wonder if I'm all there

Well, don't blame me, blame the flame that flickers

When **** getting richer (Mo' money)

Now tell me if you wanna live forever, **** dying so be ready for whatever

Yeah, ready for whatever, ready for whatever

Thug life **** and we be ready for whatever

Let me go like this, ready for whatever

Huh, Big Syke he be ready for whatever, my **** Kato, ready for whatever

Pain he is ready for whatever and my **** Bam Bam, he ready for whatever

My **** Banks be ready for whatever

Modu he's ready for whatever, Big Serg, ready for whatever

Charlie Tango, be ready for whatever

My **** Pac be ready for whatever

Yeah, ready for whatever, ready for whatever

My big ballin ass **** Boom, ready for whatever for sure

Yeah, you know, this how the players do it

I know you're standing there confused, you're wondering

What type of **** is a thug life ****?

Yeah ****, we be the balling player ass ****

About getting riches, bitches and plenty loc, ya hear me?

Ready for whatever