Why Me?

[Intro]

Libertad, libertad

Libertad, libertad

Libertad, libertad

[Hook: Cuban Link]

(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

[Verse 1: Cuban Link]

Yo, Crack, pass me the 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 U.S. and Fidel still got shit in check

Elian crying freedom while he's facin' the TEC

I'm probably wastin' my breath, ain't no changing what's left

Start placing your bets 'cause we all race against death

Shit be making me vexed 'cause I know the truth

In this game, you never win and always lose

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' have to wet me up

I'm from the streets where we handle beef with lead slugs

So take caution 'cause our protection sucks

[Hook: Cuban Link, Fat Joe]

(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 watching me?

(Why me?) Why they acting like we coppin' ki's?

(Why me?) Why these homies and clowns

Roaming around, going the town

Trying to throw me with Gotti under the ground

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]

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 figures

We sick of crazed niggas that's quick to lay niggas

If Pac was here, would these niggas be shining?

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 poor niggas that drink more liquor

Shoot up clubs and love to grip 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 the twin piece, double desert, man

It's pleasant when the grim reaps, shit's deep

But you gotta love it, I put the shotty to ya stomach

Catch a body and think nothing of it

[Hook: Fat Joe, Cuban Link]

(Why me?) Why these motherfuckers watching me?

(Why me?) Why they acting like we coppin' ki's?

(Why me?) Why these homies and clowns

Roaming around, going the town

Trying 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 these motherfuckers watching me?

(Why me?) Why they acting like we coppin' ki's?

(Why me?) Why these homies and clowns

Roaming around, going the town

Trying 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