What If It Was Me
(Tech N9ne)
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 gonna 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 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' ****
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-dole stands the G.O.A.T
Started making hella LP's
2000, although with 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 our time and funds, in a minute
That's what 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 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 be tell the rest to flee
This happened in Baton, R-O-U-G-E, even I fit the description
What if it was me?
(Krizz Kaliko)
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 the man follows?
The words you said saved me, he 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
(Tech N9ne)
I gotta fight, all of the night with cops, crips, bloods with sore fists and them Nazis
What If It Was MeLRC歌词
[00:00.00]
[00:02.00](Tech N9ne)
[00:02.54]Free your mind, and remember
[00:07.52]Winners are not people who never fail
[00:11.50]But people who never quit
[00:15.73]All I ever wanted was to sell
[00:19.34]Records to the people make a lot of mil', yessir
[00:24.09]Rap to me, it was the holy grail
[00:27.47]I'm gonna go and do it, I'm gonna never gonna fail
[00:29.57]Yeah, but first I gotta make it out of hell
[00:31.68]
[00:31.88]Wake up and I see crime
[00:33.72]All of us we on it's eat time
[00:35.61]My homies love me yelling "Peace N9ne"
[00:37.35]At the same time, throwing B signs
[00:39.74]Throwing em back and repping the street, I'm
[00:41.44]Doing music and writing beast rhymes
[00:43.25]But my V-Slimes, had no weak minds
[00:45.32]Got with the music, started a group and we shine
[00:47.58]Music gave us hella hope
[00:49.27]Made it up out of the bangin' and sellin' ****
[00:51.29]We were stronger than a bottle of Yoke
[00:53.21]Till one of our members found a kid to grope
[00:55.43]Then your honor gave the peddy the rope
[00:57.33]Losing a man, the band began to slope
[00:59.24]Never did think a plan was damned to croak
[01:01.29]So doing it solo-dole stands the G.O.A.T
[01:03.55]Started making hella LP's
[01:05.51]2000, although with five, felt free
[01:07.45]Because of the hand the label dealt me
[01:09.38]But in '06 Fontana helped us melt cheese
[01:11.47]Number one independent gonna be spending our time and funds, in a minute
[01:15.06]That's what the government want the sums, then I send it
[01:17.23]In a couple of months I'm done and replenished
[01:19.21]
[01:19.40]Everywhere I go, I'm selling out the show
[01:21.55]Around the world I kill em and everybody know
[01:23.39]Whenever we hit the studio and Tecca Nina drop, hot
[01:27.53]Even though I will go toe to toe if somebody bang on me
[01:30.17]But I'm rolling in the dough and I'm really respected and protected
[01:32.60]Chances of me getting shot, not
[01:35.40]
[01:35.64]Everyone loving the Tech
[01:36.64]Publishin', I get a check
[01:37.77]Loving the cities that with me, the people that call me the best
[01:39.59]I don't have any regret, but it's a bit of neglect
[01:41.55]Missing my babies I love em and none of leaving me yet
[01:43.42]Feeling good like a villain should
[01:45.55]In a mansion, but I'm still in hoods
[01:47.58]Not like Trayvon, J's on
[01:49.34]Khaki shorts with a red tee like I will and could
[01:51.69]I can conceal it my permits say
[01:53.61]If evil happens to swerve this way
[01:55.76]Hope nobody deserves quick spray
[01:57.76]I feel an angelic surge this day
[01:59.82]They feeling my songs
[02:00.97]Been doing it long
[02:01.85]They want me to sell 'em my CD right outta my home
[02:03.82]Cos I'm in the zone
[02:04.82]I'm putting em on in front of the store when a couple of police won't leave me alone
[02:08.01]Why they tripping?
[02:08.90]I fit the description
[02:09.86]It's two of them rushing me I'm on a solo mission
[02:11.79]To get people to listen, but they pushing and kicking me
[02:13.57]I'm on the ground when they telling me, "Cause of a gun suspicion"
[02:15.94]It was in my pocket, ain't trying pop it
[02:17.72]When they scared of a brother with a gun no one can stop it
[02:19.80]Then one of em lost it, and then I was shot quick
[02:21.56]Officers took me to heaven, I'm dead and with multiple rockets
[02:23.80]Didn't matter I was good and living inside a mansion next to ball players
[02:27.63]'Cause of the move he made was drastic now I lay in a casket carried by my pallbearers
[02:31.57]Fears what I see, making em kill a G
[02:33.54]Rotten apple in the batch; don't be tell the rest to flee
[02:35.75]This happened in Baton, R-O-U-G-E, even I fit the description
[02:38.69]What if it was me?
[02:39.74]
[02:39.75](Krizz Kaliko)
[02:39.76]What if it was me
[02:41.56]What if I never got the one chance to be
[02:45.60]Everything and everywhere I go, I wouldn't see
[02:49.73]If by your hand you took that from me
[02:53.50]But what if it were me?
[02:55.61]Laying right there
[02:57.37]I'll never get up again, it's so unfair
[03:01.49]My babies cry out
[03:03.53]You never cared
[03:05.49]Things that we do make each other so scared
[03:09.36]So what if it was you there?
[03:15.44](Should I just) Take your life
[03:17.53](Should I bust) Make your wife widowed, withered, hugging the pillow
[03:23.54]The scent of you still on her
[03:25.70]Spirit she feels on her
[03:27.60]The whole world weeps
[03:29.49]Blood we all spill on her
[03:31.60]And I know, it's ill will, the pill's hard to swallow
[03:37.65]How should I feel when the man follows?
[03:41.68]The words you said saved me, he crazy
[03:45.09]And you saved my life, take my life
[03:47.58]
[03:47.72]I gotta fight, all of the night with cops, crips, bloods with sore fists
[03:51.72]I gotta fight, all of the night with cops, crips, bloods with sore fists
[03:55.64]I gotta fight, all of the night with cops, crips, bloods with sore fists
[03:59.75](Tech N9ne)
[03:59.76]I gotta fight, all of the night with cops, crips, bloods with sore fists and them Nazis