Big Syke Ready 4 Whatever Lyrics

Ready 4 Whatever Lyrics

(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 di