Ready 4 Whatever歌词
Rule number one, *************z die, daily
Hear me, boo-yaow, ready 4 whatever, Hell yeah
What type ************* be a Thug Life *************?
Them Thug Life *************z be the craziest, run up *************
There's no way to survive in the city it's a shame
*************z 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
*************z 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 *************z that's caught
Had a mother******' ward but he didn't go to court
God damn, and one day we'll all be together
Until then I'm ready 4 whatever, c'mon
Yeah, *************z movin' somethin' in the nine-trey
It's all about makin' money, gettin' yours
And knockin' coppers off the mother******' planet
Word to the mother******' nine *************
We gonna make this mother******* ours
If they don't feel me, they gon' kill me
So Syke, get skanless *************
Am I going to Hell or will I reach Heaven?
After all this *************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 ************* 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 ************* 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
'Til then I'ma smoke mother*******s
Things wouldn't be so bad
If we got the things that we never had, I'm ready 4 whatever
That's my mother******' ************* there
Big ballin' ass Syke
Yeah *************, you schooled them young bustas
On how it is to be a real mother******' G
In the nine-trey mother*******s is dyin' daily so you best be packin'
If you ain't, boo-yaow mother*******
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 *************
Goin' to Hell with my finger on the trigger
Now everybody's starin'
Got a ************* losin' hair and they wonder if I'm all there
Well, don't blame me, blame the flame that flickers
When *************z gettin' richer, mo' money
Now tell me if you wanna live forever
*************z dyin' so be ready 4 whatever
Yeah, ready 4 whatever
Ready 4 whatever
Thug Life *************z and we be ready 4 whatever
Let me go like this, ready 4 whatever
Huh, Big Syke he be ready 4 whatever
My ************* Kato, ready 4 whatever
Pain, he's ready 4 whatever
And my ************* Bam Bam, he ready 4 whatever
My ************* Banks just be ready 4 whatever
Modu, he's ready 4 whatever
Big Serg, we ready 4 whatever
Charlie Tango, ready 4 whatever
My ************* Pac, be ready 4 whatever
Yeah, ready 4 whatever
Ready 4 whatever
My big-ballin' ass ************* Boom, ready 4 whatever fo' sho'
Yeah, you know
This how the player's do it
I know you standin' there confused
You wonderin', what type of ************* is a Thug Life *************?
Yeah hehehe *************, we be the ballin' player-ass *************
About gettin' riches, ******* and plenty loc'
Ready 4 whatever
Hear me, boo-yaow, ready 4 whatever, Hell yeah
What type ************* be a Thug Life *************?
Them Thug Life *************z be the craziest, run up *************
There's no way to survive in the city it's a shame
*************z 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
*************z 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 *************z that's caught
Had a mother******' ward but he didn't go to court
God damn, and one day we'll all be together
Until then I'm ready 4 whatever, c'mon
Yeah, *************z movin' somethin' in the nine-trey
It's all about makin' money, gettin' yours
And knockin' coppers off the mother******' planet
Word to the mother******' nine *************
We gonna make this mother******* ours
If they don't feel me, they gon' kill me
So Syke, get skanless *************
Am I going to Hell or will I reach Heaven?
After all this *************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 ************* 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 ************* 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
'Til then I'ma smoke mother*******s
Things wouldn't be so bad
If we got the things that we never had, I'm ready 4 whatever
That's my mother******' ************* there
Big ballin' ass Syke
Yeah *************, you schooled them young bustas
On how it is to be a real mother******' G
In the nine-trey mother*******s is dyin' daily so you best be packin'
If you ain't, boo-yaow mother*******
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 *************
Goin' to Hell with my finger on the trigger
Now everybody's starin'
Got a ************* losin' hair and they wonder if I'm all there
Well, don't blame me, blame the flame that flickers
When *************z gettin' richer, mo' money
Now tell me if you wanna live forever
*************z dyin' so be ready 4 whatever
Yeah, ready 4 whatever
Ready 4 whatever
Thug Life *************z and we be ready 4 whatever
Let me go like this, ready 4 whatever
Huh, Big Syke he be ready 4 whatever
My ************* Kato, ready 4 whatever
Pain, he's ready 4 whatever
And my ************* Bam Bam, he ready 4 whatever
My ************* Banks just be ready 4 whatever
Modu, he's ready 4 whatever
Big Serg, we ready 4 whatever
Charlie Tango, ready 4 whatever
My ************* Pac, be ready 4 whatever
Yeah, ready 4 whatever
Ready 4 whatever
My big-ballin' ass ************* Boom, ready 4 whatever fo' sho'
Yeah, you know
This how the player's do it
I know you standin' there confused
You wonderin', what type of ************* is a Thug Life *************?
Yeah hehehe *************, we be the ballin' player-ass *************
About gettin' riches, ******* and plenty loc'
Ready 4 whatever
