Why Me?

Yeay.

Wassup Crip Loco

Yeah, uh, ya nigga shot me last night

Smoked a nigga for nuttin'

What the fuck.

Why the fuck you wanna murder me?

Your punk ass never heard of me

I never did nothin' to your family

Still you wanna kill a young nigger randomly

You wanna take the life God handed to me

Send it back to him, coz you ain't a fan to me

Scary bitch with a gun that ain't a man to me

That's an animal, a fucking cannibal

I'm Jeronimo and Hannibal, we international

Gangsta bull I'm a bull in Barcelona

With a karona

You's a fake ass nigger, where's ya owner?

I'm real live man, you a persona,

Now I'm a goner, call ma momma in the corner

Mister gun man, your plan is working

Coz niggers is dying and mommas is hurting

Why you wanna murder me?

You never ever heard of me

You don't know who I am

I could be part of your family tree, now

Sent by G.O.D

To save the word you and me

You never know who you facin'

Who ya chasin' The life you wastin'

I was made by the one and only G.O.D

To take my life to the T.O.P

Now here comes a motherfuckin' D.O.G

Who ain't happy til a nigger is R.I.P

Tryin' to be som'in' you saw on BET

Either T.I.P or B.I.G

I don't give a fuck what you saw on TV

But a 187 don't make a O.G.

I'm a O.G, never had to fake it

God gave me this, how you goin' take it

What you goin' tell 'em, when you get to heaven

When he asks you why did you send back his present.

Who the fuck are you, you motherf**king peasant

Even got the nerve to ask the man for a blessin'

Send his ass to Hades with his big Mercedes

Nigger, hell on earth is being stuck in the 80's

Why you wanna murder me?

You never ever heard of me

You don't know who I am

I could be part of your family tree, now

Sent by G.O.D

To save the word you and me

You never know who you facin'

Who ya chasin' The life you wastin'

Before you shoot me man think about it

lets go have a drink about it

Before you make a stink about it

man lets talk about it, maybe we can walk about it

But just don't be a coward

And take my life 'cause you got the power

Of the white mans gun powder

Coz you might face a gun tower

And time never run out

They take the fun out, til your life run out

So don't pull the gun out

If you ever want a house, just like Run's house

It's better than a big house

Less four-five some woman we can dig out

Find a place we can pig out

Party all night, til the owner say 'get out'

Why you wanna murder me?

You never ever heard of me

You don't know who I am

I could be part of your family tree, now

Sent by G.O.D

To save the word you and me

You never know who you facin'

Who ya chasin' The life you wastin'

Dedicated to all the niggers, thats dead and don't know why.

Who wanna look at the nigger that shot 'em

And ask these questions.

Why me homie? Why me?