Liberta, liberta (*repeats into chorus*)
(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
[cuban link]
yo crack lets get a nine
my mindand'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 iand'll be fine and planted a mic in my chest
itand's high tech, i got the fuckin feds tracing my steps
so whatand's next? a bar code on the back of my neck
iand'm in the u.s. and fidel still got shit in check
elian cryin freedom while heand's facin the tec
iand'm probably waistin my breath
ainand't no changin whatand'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 ainand't snitchin pigs, you gon hafta wet me up
iand'm from the streets where we handle beef with lead slugs
so take caution, cause our protection sucks
[chorus]
(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 kiand's
(why me?) why these homies and clowns goin around clonin the town down
tryin to throw me with gotti under the ground
[fat joe]
yo niggaz 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 niggaz thatand's quick to lay niggaz
if pac was here would these niggaz be shinin
would half these rappers be rappinand' so violent
cold figure, bow down to no nigga
yeah them cats got rhymes but i flow sicker
for the poand' niggaz that drink more liquor
shoot up clubs and love to clip the chrome triggers
donand't get your dough split up man
you fuckin with the wrong guys
you wonand't like it where you gonand' lie
and thatand's six feet hit you with twin piece
double desert man itand's pleasant when the grim reaps
shitand's deep but you gotta love it
i put the shotti to ya stomach
catch your body if you feel for nothin
[chorus 2x]
(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
