What If It Were Me Lyrics - 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' dope 

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 

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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? 

Photos 

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 

I gotta fight, all of the night with cops, crips, bloods with sore fists and them Nazis