(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.