(Rule number one... niggaz die, daily, hahahaha)   Hear me! Boo-yaow!   (Ready for whatever, hell yeah   What type nigga be a Thug Life nigga?   Them Thug Life niggaz be the craziest -- run up nigga!)      [2Pac]   There's no way to survive in the city it's a shame   Niggaz 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   Niggaz 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 niggaz 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, c'mon      (Yeah, niggaz 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 nigga   We gonna make this motherfucker ours   If they don't feel me, they gon kill me   So Syke, get skanless nigga)      [Big Syke]   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 woulda 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'ma 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 nigga there   Big ballin-ass Syke   Yeah nigga, 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!)      [2Pac]   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 nigga   Goin to Hell with my finger on the trigger   Now everybody's starin   Got a nigga losin hair and they wonder if I'm all there   Well don't blame me, blame the flame that flickers   when niggaz gettin richer (mo' money)   Now tell me if you wanna live forever   Niggaz dyin so be ready for whatever      (Yeah, ready for whatever   Ready for whatever   Thug Life niggaz and we be ready for whatever   Let me go like this, ready for whatever   Huh, Big Syke he be ready for whatever   My nigga Kato, ready for whatever   Pain, he's ready for whatever   And my nigga Bam Bam, he ready for whatever   My nigga Banks just be ready for whatever   Modu, he's ready for whatever   Big Serg, we ready for whatever   Charlie Tango, ready for whatever   My nigga Pac, be ready for whatever   Yeah, ready for whatever   Ready for whatever   My big-ballin ass nigga Boom, ready for whatever fo' sho'   Yeah, you know!   This how the player's do it   I know you standin there confused   You wonderin -- what type of nigga is a Thug Life nigga?   Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga   About gettin riches, bitches, and plenty loc   Ya hear me?)      Ready for whatever