2Pac – Ready 4 Whatever ft Big Syke

Famous American rapper and songwriter, Tupac Shakur collides with Big Syke to create this amazing song titled “Ready 4 Whatever”.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 14 on his top charting album project called “R U Still Down? (Remember Me)” was officially released on 25 November 1997.

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LYRICS

(Rule number one… niggas die, daily, hahahaha)

Hear me! Boo-yaow!

(Ready for whatever, hell yeah

What type nigga be a Thug Life nigga?

Them Thug Life niggas be the craziest — run up nigga!)

[2Pac:]

There’s no way to survive in the city it’s a shame

Niggas 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

Niggas 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 niggas that’s caught

Had a motherfuckin’ warrant 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, niggas 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 Heaven?

After all this shit I did with my Mac-11

Did I sell my soul? Mama would have saved me

That’s the way that daddy raised me

Oh God, help me I’m losing it

So fuck it! Take me I’m doing it!

I need to change and look for a better way

I got a hundred round clip to my AK

Committing 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 getting hit by a diesel in the intersection

I know you’re out there help a young brother

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 pain 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 niggas gettin’ richer (mo’ money)

Now tell me if you wanna live forever

Niggas dyin’ so be ready for whatever

(Yeah, ready for whatever

Ready for whatever

Thug Life niggas 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