Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Why Me , by - Jehro. Song from the album Cantina Paradise, in the genre ПопRelease date: 07.04.2011
Record label: Warner Music France
Song language: English
Why Me |
| Why the fuck you wanna murrr-dah me? |
| Your punk ass never heard of me |
| I never did nuttin' to your family |
| Still you wanna kill a young nigga randomly |
| You wanna take the life God handed to me |
| Send it back to him cause you ain’t a fan of me |
| Scary bitch with a gun that ain’t a man to me |
| That’s a animal, a fuckin cannibal |
| I’m Geronimo and Hannibal with international |
| Gangster pull, I’m a bull in Barcelona |
| With a Corona, youse a fake-ass nigga |
| Where’s your owner? |
| I’m a real live man |
| You a persona, now I’m a goner |
| Call my momma, and the coroner |
| Mr. Gun Man, your plan is workin' |
| 'Cause niggas is dyin' and mommas is hurtin' |
| 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 world, you and me |
| You never know who you facin |
| Who you 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 till a nigga is R.I.P |
| Tryin' to be somethin' he saw on BET |
| Either T.I.P., or B.I.G |
| I don’t give a fuck what you saw on TV |
| But a one-eight-seven, don’t make an O. G |
| I’m an O.G. |
| never had to fake it |
| God gave me this, how you gon' take it? |
| What’chu gon' tell 'em, when you get to heaven |
| And he asks you why did you send back his present? |
| Who the fuck are you? |
| You motherfuckin' peasant |
| Even got the nerve to ask the man for a blessing |
| Send his ass to Hades with his big Mercedes |
| Nigga hell on earth is bein' stuck in the 80's |
| Before you shoot me man think about it |
| Let’s go have a drink about it |
| Before you make a stink about it |
| Man, let’s talk about it, maybe we can walk up out it |
| But just don’t be a coward |
| And take my life 'cause you got the power |
| Of the white man’s gunpowder |
| 'Cause you might face a gun tower |
| And time never run out |
| They take the fun out till 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 the big house |
| Let’s go find some women we can dig out |
| Find a place we can pig out |
| Party all night till the owner say get out |
| Dedicated to all the niggas |
| That’s dead and don’t know why |
| Who wanna look at the nigga who shot 'em |
| And ask these questions |
| Why me homey, why me? |