Cuban Link, Fat Joe - Why Me? lyrics
Fat Joe [Joseph Antonio Cartagena] The Bronx, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Cuban Link, Fat Joe - Why Me? lyrics]
(Why me?) Why my life had to be so rough
(Why me?) Why the fuck I had such bad luck
(Why me?) Why the judge wanna lock me up
Throw away the key and watch me rust
Yo crack lets get a nine
My mind's trapped behind enemy lines
The scent of weed got me
Thinkin I remember the time
1979 they planned a biological test
The doctor said I'll be fine and
Planted a mic in my chest it's high tech
I got the fuckin feds tracing my steps
So what's next? A bar code on
The back of my neck i'm in the US and Fidel
Still got shit in check
Elian cryin freedom while he's facin the tec
I'm probably waistin my breath
Ain't no changin what's left
Start placin your bets cause we
All race against death
Shit be makin me vexed
Cause, I know the truth
In this game you never win and always loose
Even when you show and prove
Fuck the boys in blue for tryin to set me up
And I ain't snitchin pigs
You gon hafta wet me up
I'm from the streets where we
Handle beef with lead slugs
So take caution, cause our protection sucks
(Why me?) Why my life had to be so rough
(Why me?) Why the fuck I had such bad luck
(Why me?) Why the judge wanna lock me up
Throw away the key and watch me rust
Still in God I trust
(Why me?) Why these motherfuckers watchin me
(Why me?) Why they actin like we coppin ki's
(Why me?) Why these homies and clowns
Goin around clonin the town down
Tryin to throw me with Gotti under the ground
Yo niggas call me Joe the Don
Been in this rap game for
Nine years and going strong still holdin on
Still rollin on bitch made figgas
We sick of crazed niggas that's
Quick to lay niggas
If Pac was here would these niggas be shinin
Would half these rappers be
Rappin' so violent
Cold figure, bow down to no nigga
Yeah them cats got rhymes but I flow sicker
For the po' niggas that drink more liquor
Shoot up clubs and love to
Clip the chrome triggers
Don't get your dough split up man
You fuckin with the wrong guys
You won't like it where you gon' lie
And that's six feet hit you with twin piece
Double desert man it's pleasant
When the grim reaps
Shit's deep but you gotta love it
I put the shotti to ya stomach
Catch your body if you feel for nothin
(Why me?) Why these motherfuckers watchin me
(Why me?) Why they actin like we got the keys
(Why me?) Why these homies and clowns
Goin around clonin the town down
Tryin to throw me with Gotti under the ground
(Why me?) Why my life had to be so rough
(Why me?) Why the fuck I had such bad luck
(Why me?) Why the judge wanna lock me up
Throw away the key and watch me rust
Still in God I trust
(Why me?) Why the fuck I had such bad luck
(Why me?) Why the judge wanna lock me up
Throw away the key and watch me rust
Yo crack lets get a nine
My mind's trapped behind enemy lines
The scent of weed got me
Thinkin I remember the time
1979 they planned a biological test
The doctor said I'll be fine and
Planted a mic in my chest it's high tech
I got the fuckin feds tracing my steps
So what's next? A bar code on
The back of my neck i'm in the US and Fidel
Still got shit in check
Elian cryin freedom while he's facin the tec
I'm probably waistin my breath
Ain't no changin what's left
Start placin your bets cause we
All race against death
Shit be makin me vexed
Cause, I know the truth
In this game you never win and always loose
Even when you show and prove
Fuck the boys in blue for tryin to set me up
And I ain't snitchin pigs
You gon hafta wet me up
I'm from the streets where we
Handle beef with lead slugs
So take caution, cause our protection sucks
(Why me?) Why my life had to be so rough
(Why me?) Why the fuck I had such bad luck
(Why me?) Why the judge wanna lock me up
Throw away the key and watch me rust
Still in God I trust
(Why me?) Why these motherfuckers watchin me
(Why me?) Why they actin like we coppin ki's
(Why me?) Why these homies and clowns
Goin around clonin the town down
Tryin to throw me with Gotti under the ground
Yo niggas call me Joe the Don
Been in this rap game for
Nine years and going strong still holdin on
Still rollin on bitch made figgas
We sick of crazed niggas that's
Quick to lay niggas
If Pac was here would these niggas be shinin
Would half these rappers be
Rappin' so violent
Cold figure, bow down to no nigga
Yeah them cats got rhymes but I flow sicker
For the po' niggas that drink more liquor
Shoot up clubs and love to
Clip the chrome triggers
Don't get your dough split up man
You fuckin with the wrong guys
You won't like it where you gon' lie
And that's six feet hit you with twin piece
Double desert man it's pleasant
When the grim reaps
Shit's deep but you gotta love it
I put the shotti to ya stomach
Catch your body if you feel for nothin
(Why me?) Why these motherfuckers watchin me
(Why me?) Why they actin like we got the keys
(Why me?) Why these homies and clowns
Goin around clonin the town down
Tryin to throw me with Gotti under the ground
(Why me?) Why my life had to be so rough
(Why me?) Why the fuck I had such bad luck
(Why me?) Why the judge wanna lock me up
Throw away the key and watch me rust
Still in God I trust