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Artiste:
Amuru Shakur
Titre:
Ready 4 Whatever
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(Rule number one... niggers die, daily, hahahaha) Hear me! Boo-yaow! (Ready for whatever, hell yeah What type nigger be a Thug Life nigger? Them Thug Life niggers be the craziest - run up nigger!) There's no way to survive in the city it's a shame Niggers 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 Niggers 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 niggers 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, come on (Yeah, niggers 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 nigger We gonna make this motherfucker ours If they don't feel me, they goin' kill me So Syke, get skanless nigger) 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 would of 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'm a smoke motherfuckers Things wouldn't be so bad if we got the things that we never had, I'm ready for whatever (Hahahahaha, that's my motherfuckin' nigger there Big ballin-ass Syke Yeah nigger, 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 want to 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 nigger Goin' to Hell with my finger on the trigger Now everybody's starin' Got a nigger losin' hair and they wonder if I'm all there Well don't blame me, blame the flame that flickers when niggers gettin' richer (mo' money) Now tell me if you want to live forever niggers dyin' so be ready for whatever (Yeah, ready for whatever Ready for whatever Thug Life niggers and we be ready for whatever Let me go like this, ready for whatever Huh, Big Syke he be ready for whatever My nigger Kato, ready for whatever Pain, he's ready for whatever And my nigger Bam Bam, he ready for whatever My nigger Banks just be ready for whatever Modu, he's ready for whatever Big Serg, we ready for whatever Charlie Tango, ready for whatever My nigger Pac, be ready for whatever Yeah, ready for whatever Ready for whatever My big-ballin' ass nigger Boom, ready for whatever for sure Yeah, you know! This how the player's do it I know you standin' there confused You wonderin' - what type of nigger is a Thug Life nigger? Yeahehehehe nigger, we be the ballin' player-ass nigger About gettin' riches, bitches, and plenty loc Ya hear me?) Ready for whatever
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"Ready 4 Whatever" as written by Tupac Shukar Johnny Jackson
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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