There's no way to survive in the city, it's a shame Niggas die from a hollow point, bullets to the brain Will I survive or will I die is what I wonder Buffing on blunts and getting drunk to keep on moving Getting lost in the madness, blood and getting tizzy Got my pistol out the window screaming lord come and get me Am I sick or am I just another victim Unloading my clip I'm watching every bullet spit when I kick A nigga die from automatic gunfire In time them expire, nobody cry Every man gotta die When they bury me they bury me a cheap Rest in peace to all my homies, got to have them before me Pour some liquor on the curb for them niggas that screw Had a mutha***in' warrant but he didn't go to court Can't go to court, can't go to court, can't go to court Can't go to court, can't go to court, can't go to court Can't go to court, can't go to court, can't go to court Can't go to court, can't go to court, can't go to court Can't go to court, can't go to court, can't go to court And one day we'll all be together, until then I'm ready for whatever Come on Yeah, nigga movin' something in our track It's all about makin' money, gettin' yours And knocking copies off the mother***in' planet Word to the mother***in' nine, nigga We gon' make this mother***a ours If they don't feel me, they gon' kill me So say, get scared of this nigga Am I going to hell or will I reach heaven? After all the *** I did with my Mac 11 Did I sell my soul? Mama wanna save 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 Committed sins, I might die in vain So *** it, we'll live off the street fame God has sent me in the right direction And get hit by a diesel in the intersection I know you're out there, help a young brother Tip down the smoke, mother***er Things wouldn't be so bad If we got the things that we never had I'm ready for whatever That's my mother***in' nigga there Big ballin' ass suck Yeah, nigga You school them young busters So hard it is to be a real mother***in' cheater And the nine trade mother***ers has died early So you best be backin' If you ain't, put it down, mother***er Yeah, mama, I know you worry Cause I'm hardly at home Every other night in jail Got your picture by the phone Wanna shake it, cause I can 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, but can't nobody Change me, not to the brain Goin' insane, just a part of the game So much pain in the fast lane Finally, it's dry eyes When I die, bury me with my four fives 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 Now tell me if you wanna live forever Niggas dyin', so be ready for whatever Come on Yeah, ready for whatever Ready for whatever Thug life, niggas, and we be ready for whatever Let me go like this Ready for whatever Big side, get me ready for whatever My nigga cater Ready for whatever Hey, we ready for whatever My nigga bend, man Be ready for whatever My nigga peg Be ready for whatever Be ready for whatever Big search Ready for whatever YOLO Jay, go You ready for whatever My nigga black Be ready for whatever Yeah, ready for whatever Ready, for whatever My big bonded ass nigga Bo Ready for whatever for sure Yeah, you know It's how the players do it I know you standing there confused You wonder What type of nigga is a Thug Life nigga He is We be the boring players nigga I'm getting riches, bitches, and plenty more Hit me Ready for whatever