(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 mother in 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 mother in planet Word to the mother in nine nigga We gonna make this mother er 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 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 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 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 mother ers Things wouldn t be so bad if we got the things that we never had
I m ready for whatever (Hahahahaha
that s my mother in nigga there Big ballin-ass Syke Yeah nigga
you schooled them young bustas on how it is to be a real mother in G In the nine-trey mother ers is dyin daily so you best be packin If you ain t
boo-yaow mother er!) [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

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