[Verse 1] Why the fuck you wanna murder me? Your punk ass never heard of me I never did nothin' to your family Still you wanna kill a young nigga randomly You wanna take the life God handed to me Send it back to him cause you ain't a fan to me Scary bitch with a gun that ain't a man to me That's an animal, A fucking cannibal I'm Duranimo and Hannibal We international Gangsta bull I'm bull and Barcelona, with a Corona You a fake ass nigga, where's ya owner? I'm real live man, you a persona Now I'm a goner, call ma momma, in the corner Mister gun man, your plan is working Cause niggas is dieing and mommas is hurting [Chorus] Why you wanna murder me? You never ever heard of me You don't know who I am I could be part of your family tree Now Sent by G.O.D To save the word you and me You never know who you facin' Who ya chasin' The life you wastin' [Verse 2] I was made by the one and only G.O.D To take my life to the T.O.P Now here comes a motherfuckin' D.O.G Who ain't happy til a nigga is R.I.P Tryin' to be somethin' you saw on BET Either T.I.P or B.I.G I don't give a fuck what you saw on TV But a 187 don't make a O.G. I'm a O.G Never had to fake it God gave me this, how you goin' take it What you goin' tell 'em, when you get to heaven When he asks you why did you send back his present. Who the fuck are you, you motherfucking peasant Even got the nerve to ask the man for a blessing. Send his ass to Hades with his big Mercedes Nigga, hell on earth is being stuck in the 80's [Chorus] [Verse 3] Before you shoot me man think about it Lets go have a drink about it Before you make a stink about it Man lets talk about it Maybe we can walk about it. But just don't be a coward And take my life 'cause you got the power Of the white mans gun powder Cause you might face a gun tower. And time never run out, They take the fun out, til your life run out. So don't pull your gun out, If you ever want a house, just like Run's house. It's better than a big house, Less four-five some woman we can dig out, Find a place we can dig out, Party all night til the owner say 'get out' [Chorus] Dedicated to all the niggas, that's dead and don't know why. Who wanna look at the nigga who shot 'em And ask these questions. Why me homie? Why me?
Written by: O'SHEA JACKSON, DE JON LAMONT UNDERDUE, TEAK ALGER UNDERDUE
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