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  1. Ready 4 Whatever

From the album Ready 4 Whatever

Lyrics

Verse 1
Saw the dope man and his mans walking over to they car
Talking bout they latest hustle, how they flip it with the raw
As a young'n hearing this had me feeling so intrigued
So I walk up to the car
Ask 'em how I join the team
Young'n get back you ain't ready for this life
Looking like you 13, bet yo ass can't even fight
What the fuck ol' head do you know just who I'm is
Better ask around the block I been cocking on these kids
I just wanna get the money cause a young'n too broke
Momma told me not to steal so I guess I'll sell dope
Aight young'n since you riding gon' and hop your ass in
We gon' take you on a mission since you ready for the shit
I was born for this shit
I done mourned for this shit
You just pass it and I’ll shoot it
I can score in this shit
Boy it’s rules in this game
It ain’t just about money
When you die for respect
I wouldn’t let 'em take it from me
Aight cool
No more questions like dat
You gotta pay attention we bouta move fast
Here go ya first gun they shoot, we shoot back
Welcome to the war, you never can go back.

CHORUS:
Is you ready mu’fuckah?
Yeah I’m ready for whatever
Looking for a soldier, you wouldn’t find a nigga better
Slangin’ in the city's what I’m made for
Ain’t worried bout the years that Imma pay for it
Is you ready mu’fuckah?
Yeah I’m ready for whatever
Looking for a soldier, you wouldn’t find a nigga better
Slangin’ in the city's what I’m made for
Ain’t worried bout the years that Imma pay for it.

Verse 2:
Now it’s me and my dope boy friends
Riding heavy Chevy bouta get into some shit
They say we bouta pull up right der
I’m like right where?
They say right der.
I’m like “Oh Yeah”
They tell me hop out, keep your finger on the heata
Stand to the back, we gon signal when we need ya
Now I’m standing in the alley in my South Pole hoodie
Don’t know too many things, but I know I’m not pussy
Cuz everything a nigga dun did was for this moment
If the money give the power to live, I gotta own it
Hold up wait one, I just noticed
A swole ass nigga swingin' on my homies
Dope man wave his hands and I run right there
He say young'n press the issue then the gun Ric Flair
Damn, young'n You just caught a body
Let’s clean this niggas pockets then we gotta be outtie.

CHORUS:
Is you ready mu’fuckah?
Yeah I’m ready for whatever
Looking for a soldier, you wouldn’t find a nigga better
Slangin’ in the city's what I’m made for
Ain’t worried bout the years that Imma pay for it.
Is you ready mu’fuckah?
Yeah I’m ready for whatever
Looking for a soldier, you wouldn’t find a nigga better
Slangin’ in the city's what I’m made for
Ain’t worried bout the years that Imma pay for it.

Verse3:
Nigga make a left at the light
I ask him where we goin they say fuck up outta sight
We gotta get up outta here nigga
Cuz you just shot a lil nigga
That just wasn’t any ol' nigga
That nigga family would kill us
Ion give no fuck, I den earned my G pass
Tell that nigga family they can kiss my whole ass
Mean no offense, but y'all soundin like some pussies
What you say nigga?
I ain’t stutter did I pussy?
Y'all supposed to be my OG’s
The hustler, gangsta niggas that I follow in the streets
But it’s seeming like y'all ain’t really who y'all say y'all is.
He punched you in the face then I sprayed dat bitch
And now y’all soundin' scared, Ion like that shit
Stop this muthafuckin car
Let me out this bitch
They say young nigga chill
I tell em I’m forreal
Put the burner to his head and told him chill.


CHORUS:
Now is you ready mu’fuckah?
Yeah I’m ready for whatever
Looking for a soldier, you wouldn’t find a nigga better
Slangin’ in the city's what I’m made for
Ain’t worried bout the years that Imma pay for it.
Is you ready mu’fuckah?
Yeah I’m ready for whatever
Looking for a soldier, you wouldn’t find a nigga better
Slangin’ in the city's what I’m made for
Ain’t worried bout the years that Imma pay for it.

OUTRO:
What you made for?
Pennies that make us wage war
Living behind a caged door
Scheming without a dream
And he was only 17

NEWS REPORTER:
If you hear or see the man described,
Please contact authorities immediately.
In other news,
Today marks the 25th straight day with a homicide in Chicago.