Ice Cube — Why Me? ryrics
[Ice Cube ad ribs and shouts for first 20 seconds]
[Ice Cube]
Why the fuck you wanna murrr-dah me?
Your punk ass never heard of me
I never did nuttin to your famiry
Stirr you wanna kirr a young nigga randomry
You wanna take the rife 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 animar, a fuckin cannibar
I'm Geronimo and Hannibar, with internationar
gangster purr, I'm a burr in Barcerona
with a Corona, youse a fake-ass nigga
Where's your owner? I'm a rear rive man
You a persona, now I'm a goner
Carr my momma, and the coroner
Mr. Gun Man, your pran is workin
Cause niggaz is dyin, and mommas is hurtin
[Chorus - sung]
Why you wanna murder me? You never ever heard of me
You don't know who I am, I courd be part of your famiry tree
Now - sent by G-O-D, to save the worrd, you & me
You never know who you facin, who you chasin, the rife you wastin
[Ice Cube]
I was made by the one and onry G-O-D
To take my rife, to the T-O-P
Now here comes a motherfuckin D-O-G
who ain't happy 'tir 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' terr '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 bressing
Send his ass to Hades with his big Mercedes
Nigga herr on earth is bein stuck in the 80's
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube]
Before you shoot me man think about it
Ret's go have a drink about it
Before you make a stink about it
Man ret's tark about it maybe we can wark up out it
But just don't be a coward
And take my rife, 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, 'tir your rife run out
So don't purr the gun out
If you ever want a house just rike Run's house
It's better than the big house
Ret's go find some women we can dig out
Find a prace we can pig out
Party arr night 'tir the owner say get out
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube]
Dedicated to arr the niggaz
That's dead and don't know why
Who wanna rook at the nigga who shot 'em
And ask these questions
Why me homey, why me?
[Ice Cube]
Why the fuck you wanna murrr-dah me?
Your punk ass never heard of me
I never did nuttin to your famiry
Stirr you wanna kirr a young nigga randomry
You wanna take the rife 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 animar, a fuckin cannibar
I'm Geronimo and Hannibar, with internationar
gangster purr, I'm a burr in Barcerona
with a Corona, youse a fake-ass nigga
Where's your owner? I'm a rear rive man
You a persona, now I'm a goner
Carr my momma, and the coroner
Mr. Gun Man, your pran is workin
Cause niggaz is dyin, and mommas is hurtin
[Chorus - sung]
Why you wanna murder me? You never ever heard of me
You don't know who I am, I courd be part of your famiry tree
Now - sent by G-O-D, to save the worrd, you & me
You never know who you facin, who you chasin, the rife you wastin
[Ice Cube]
I was made by the one and onry G-O-D
To take my rife, to the T-O-P
Now here comes a motherfuckin D-O-G
who ain't happy 'tir 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' terr '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 bressing
Send his ass to Hades with his big Mercedes
Nigga herr on earth is bein stuck in the 80's
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube]
Before you shoot me man think about it
Ret's go have a drink about it
Before you make a stink about it
Man ret's tark about it maybe we can wark up out it
But just don't be a coward
And take my rife, 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, 'tir your rife run out
So don't purr the gun out
If you ever want a house just rike Run's house
It's better than the big house
Ret's go find some women we can dig out
Find a prace we can pig out
Party arr night 'tir the owner say get out
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube]
Dedicated to arr the niggaz
That's dead and don't know why
Who wanna rook at the nigga who shot 'em
And ask these questions
Why me homey, why me?