Ready to Die

[Chorus: B-Real]<br>Are you ready to die, ready to die, tell me<br>I see your look in your eye and its deadly<br>better pray to the sky and get ready<br>when you decide come on tell me<br><br>[Verse 1]<br>You got a choice in life with a fork in the road<br>got your back turned with your eyes closed with a blindfold<br>when you open them up there`s a signpost<br>enter at your own risk better find out where your home is<br>some chose the streets livin a life outlawed<br>doubt you`ll see me spittin`my game southpole<br>careful with the choices you make<br>you gotta live with them, can`t you hear the voices you hate<br>how do you deal with them<br>some took another path felt they own wrath add drugs to the math<br>cut the life spans in half from deaths to cold sweats<br>to soul lets go into the abbys<br>we are gonna miss you yo<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse 2]<br>I put my fist up I ain`t gonna hit you nigga<br>I got no regrets I ain`t gonna diss you nigga<br>I just pray for you even though you`re hard headed<br>you made your own bed and I hope you don`t get wetted<br>I took the wrongsteps too but I learned from them<br>I drew heat from my niggaz like the burning sun<br>but like all lessons I need a self check I still got my strap<br>but now I use my brain as a weapon<br>could have stood left chose death no bread underfed<br>all these niggaz spraying lead pushing on me laying dead<br>this ain`t gonna happen yet bitches I`m a fucking vet<br>if you`re coming for my head you can get a slug instead<br>every nigga something something dues are they even fucking paid up<br>what do you say to all the haters writing in the fukin papers<br>homie wake up or we take up all the ground that you can`t make up<br><br>[Chorus]