2Pac – Ready For Whatever (Big Syke Vocals) (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)

Yeah, ready for whatever
Rest in peace, to all the homies got to heaven before me
That’s the way that daddy raised me
Like I’m walkin’ with a secret that’ll kill me if I tell

If we got the things that we never had, I’m ready for whatever
Take me I’m doing it! So fuck it!
You wonderin’ — what type of nigga is a Thug Life nigga?
So much pain in the fast lane, finally a dry eye
When I die, bury me with my fo’-five
Them Thug Life niggas be the craziest — run up nigga!)
Til then I’ma smoke motherfuckers
Yeah nigga, you schooled them young bustas
Ya hear me?)

Not to the brain, going insane, just a part of the game
Wanna shake it cause I can’t take it got me livin’ in Hell

We gonna make this motherfucker ours
Now tell me if you wanna live forever
Unloadin’ my clip, I’m watchin’ every bullet spit when I kick ’em
And let the devil feel the wrath of a nigga
Dear mama I know you worry cause I’m hardly at home
In the nine-trey motherfuckers is dyin’ daily so you best be packin’
My nigga ‘Pac, be ready for whatever
My big-ballin’ ass nigga Boom, ready for whatever fo’ sho’
Mama would have saved me Did I sell my soul?
Got a nigga losin’ hair and they wonder if I’m all there
Am I sick, or am I just another victim?
Let me go like this, ready for whatever
My nigga Kato, ready for whatever
Big Serg, we ready for whatever
Pour some liquor on the curb for the niggas that’s caught

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
If they don’t feel me, they gon’ kill me
(Hahahahaha, that’s my motherfuckin’ nigga there
Boo-yaow! Hear me!
Niggas die from my hollow-point bullet to the brain
Am I going to Hell or will I reach Heaven?
Puffin on blunts and gettin’ drunk to keep from goin’ under
I live the Thug Life and can’t nobody, change me
Goin’ to Hell with my finger on the trigger
Word to the motherfuckin’ nine nigga
Got my pistol out the window screamin’, "Lord come and get me"
About gettin’ riches, bitches, and plenty loc
Yeah, you know!
Charlie Tango, ready for whatever
Thug Life niggas and we be ready for whatever
Big ballin’-ass Syke

When they bury me, they bury me a G
So Syke, get skanless nigga)
Had a motherfuckin’ warrant but he didn’t go to court
I know you’re out there help a young brother
There’s no way to survive in the city it’s a shame
And my nigga Bam Bam, he ready for whatever
Now everybody’s starin’
So fuck it! We’ll live off the street fame
(Ready for whatever, hell yeah
I know you standin’ there confused
God damn, and one day we’ll all be together
Gettin’ lost in the madness, blunted gettin’ tipsy
Things wouldn’t be so bad
And knockin’ coppers off the motherfuckin’ planet
Will I survive or will I die is what I wonder
Oh God, help me I’m losing it
Huh, Big Syke he be ready for whatever
Ready for whatever
Committing sins I might die in vain
Every other night in jail, got you patient by the phone
Niggas dyin’ so be ready for whatever
I’m getting hit by a diesel in the intersection
Until then I’m ready for whatever, c’mon
(Yeah, ready for whatever
(Yeah, niggas movin’ somethin’ in the nine-trey
Pain, he’s ready for whatever
God didn’t send me in the right direction
On how it is to be a real motherfuckin’ G
(Rule number one… niggas die, daily, hahahaha)
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
I got a hundred round clip to my AK
Ready for whatever
Modu, he’s ready for whatever
I need to change and look for a better way
After all this shit I did with my MAC-11
If you ain’t, boo-yaow motherfucker!)
When niggas gettin’ richer (mo’ money)
[Verse 2: Big Syke]
Ready for whatever
Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin’ player-ass nigga
My nigga Banks just be ready for whatever
What type nigga be a Thug Life nigga?
Niggas die from automatic gunfire

This how the player’s do it
Well don’t blame me, blame the flame that flickers
Your time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die

It’s all about makin’ money, gettin’ yours