Pain, he's ready 4 whatever
When they bury me, they bury me a G
I know you're out there help a young brother
Well, don't blame me, blame the flame that flickers
Rest in peace, to all the homies got to Heaven before me
Charlie Tango, ready 4 whatever
My nigga Banks just be ready 4 whatever
Pour some liquor on the curb for the niggaz that's caught
Them Thug Life niggaz be the craziest, run up nigga
When niggaz gettin' richer, mo' money
God damn, and one day we'll all be together
Let me go like this, ready 4 whatever
I need to change and look for a better way
My nigga Pac, be ready 4 whatever
Big Serg, we ready 4 whatever
Big ballin' ass Syke
'Til then I'ma smoke motherfuckers
Goin' to Hell with my finger on the trigger
Gettin' lost in the madness, blunted gettin' tipsy
Thug Life niggaz and we be ready 4 whatever
Am I sick, or am I just another victim?
Niggaz dyin' so be ready 4 whatever
Modu, he's ready 4 whatever
Wanna shake it 'cause I can't take it got me livin' in Hell
Niggaz die from automatic gunfire
Yeah, you know
God didn't send me in the right direction
Dear mama I know you worry 'cause I'm hardly at home
If they don't feel me, they gon' kill me
On how it is to be a real motherfuckin' G
Ready 4 whatever
About gettin' riches, bitches and plenty loc'
Will I survive or will I die is what I wonder
That's my motherfuckin' nigga there
I live the Thug Life and can't nobody, change me
Every other night in jail, got you patient by the phone
So fuck it, take me I'm doin' it
Yeah nigga, you schooled them young bustas
So fuck it, we'll live off the street fame
There's no way to survive in the city it's a shame
And let the devil feel the wrath of a nigga
Like I'm walkin' with a secret that'll kill me if I tell
Yeah, ready 4 whatever
This how the player's do it
My big-ballin' ass nigga Boom, ready 4 whatever fo' sho'
Puffin' on blunts and gettin' drunk to keep from goin' under
In the nine-trey motherfuckers is dyin' daily so you best be packin'
Now everybody's starin'
Huh, Big Syke he be ready 4 whatever
I know you standin' there confused
After all this shit I did with my Mac-11
It's all about makin' money, gettin' yours
I got a hundred round clip to my AK
Unloadin' my clip, I'm watchin' every bullet spit when I kick 'em
You wonderin', what type of nigga is a Thug Life nigga?
Yeah, ready 4 whatever
Had a motherfuckin' ward but he didn't go to court
So Syke, get skanless nigga
My nigga Kato, ready 4 whatever
Yeah, niggaz movin' somethin' in the nine-trey
Now tell me if you wanna live forever
Oh God, help me I'm losin' it
So much caine in the fast lane, finally a dry eye
Ready 4 whatever
Did I sell my soul? Mama woulda saved me
I'm gettin' hit by a diesel in the intersection
Things wouldn't be so bad
Got my pistol out the window screamin', "Lord come and get me"
And my nigga Bam Bam, he ready 4 whatever
Niggaz die from my hollow-point bullet to the brain
Your time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die
Until then I'm ready 4 whatever, c'mon
When I die, bury me with my fo'-five
Yeah hehehe nigga, we be the ballin' player-ass nigga
Am I going to Hell or will I reach Heaven?
Commitin' sins I might die in vain
Word to the motherfuckin' nine nigga
And knockin' coppers off the motherfuckin' planet
Got a nigga losin' hair and they wonder if I'm all there
If you ain't, boo-yaow motherfucker
If we got the things that we never had, I'm ready 4 whatever
We gonna make this motherfucker ours
Not to the brain, going insane, just a part of the game
What type nigga be a Thug Life nigga?
That's the way that daddy raised me
