Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What If It Was Me, artist - Tech N9ne. Date of issue: 08.12.2016
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
What If It Was Me |
| Free your mind, and remember |
| Winners are not people who never fail |
| But people who never quit |
| All I ever wanted was to sell |
| Records to the people make a lot of mil', yessir |
| Rap to me, it was the holy grail |
| I’m gonna go and do it, I’m never gonna fail |
| Yeah, but first I gotta make it out of Hell |
| Wake up and I see crime |
| All of us we on it’s eat time |
| My homies love me yelling «Peace N9ne» |
| At the same time, throwing B signs |
| Throwing em back and repping the street, I’m |
| Doing music and I’m writing beast rhymes |
| But my V-Slimes, had no weak minds |
| Got with the music, started a group and we shine |
| Music gave us hella hope |
| Made it up out of the bangin' and sellin' dope |
| We were stronger than a bottle of Yoke |
| Till one of our members found a kid to grope |
| Then your honor gave the peddy the rope |
| Losing a man, the band began to slope |
| Never did think a plan was damned to croak |
| So doing it solo-dolo stands the G.O.A.T |
| Started making hella LP’s |
| 2000, all the way to five, felt free |
| Because of the hand the label dealt me |
| But in ‘06 Fontana helped us melt cheese |
| Number one independent gonna be spending a ton of funds, in a minute |
| That’s when the government want the sums, then I send it |
| In a couple of months I’m done and replenished |
| Everywhere I go, I’m selling out the show |
| Around the world I kill em and everybody know |
| Whenever we hit the studio |
| And Tecca Nina drop, hot |
| Even though I will go toe to toe |
| If somebody bang on me, but I’m rolling in the dough |
| And I’m really respected and protected |
| Chances of me getting shot, not |
| Everyone loving the Tech |
| Publishin', I get a check |
| Loving the cities that with me, the people that call me the best |
| I don’t have any regret, but it’s a bit of neglect |
| Missing my babies I love em and none of 'em leaving me yet |
| Feeling good like a villain should |
| In a mansion, but I’m still in hoods |
| Not like Trayvon, J’s on |
| Khaki shorts with a red tee like I will and could |
| I can conceal it my permits say |
| If evil happens to swerve this way |
| Hope nobody deserves quick spray |
| I feel an angelic surge this day |
| They feeling my songs |
| Been doing it long |
| They want me to sell 'em my CD right outta my home |
| Cos I’m in the zone |
| I’m putting em on in front of the store when a couple of police won’t leave me |
| alone |
| Why they tripping? |
| I fit the description |
| It’s two of them rushing me I’m on a solo mission |
| To get people to listen, but they pushing and kicking me |
| I’m on the ground when they telling me, «Cause of a gun suspicion» |
| It was in my pocket, ain’t trying pop it |
| When they scared of a brother with a gun no one can stop it |
| Then one of em lost it, and then I was shot quick |
| Officers took me to heaven, I’m dead and with multiple rockets |
| Didn’t matter I was good and living inside a mansion next to ball players |
| 'Cause of the move he made was drastic now I lay in a casket carried by my |
| pallbearers |
| Fears what I see, making em kill a G |
| Rotten apple in the batch; |
| don’t tell the rest to flee |
| This happened in Baton, R-O-U-G-E, even I fit the description |
| What if it was me? |
| What if it was me |
| What if I never got the one chance to be |
| Everything and everywhere I go, I wouldn’t see |
| If by your hand you took that from me |
| But what if it were me? |
| Laying right there |
| I’ll never get up again, it’s so unfair |
| My babies cry out |
| You never cared |
| Things that we do make each other so scared |
| So what if it was you there? |
| (Should I just) Take your life |
| (Should I bust) Make your wife widowed, withered, hugging the pillow |
| The scent of you still on her |
| Spirit she feels on her |
| The whole world weeps |
| Blood we all spill on her |
| And I know, it’s ill will; |
| the pill’s hard to swallow |
| How should I feel when I’m being followed (followed) |
| By the words that you say to me? |
| (Crazy) |
| And you saved my life, take my life |
| I gotta fight, all of the night with cops, crips, bloods with sore fists |
| I gotta fight, all of the night with cops, crips, bloods with sore fists |
| I gotta fight, all of the night with cops, crips, bloods with sore fists |
| I gotta fight, all of the night with cops, crips, bloods with sore fists and |
| them Nazis |