(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