This is a story about a drifter
 Who waited for the worst while the best live 'cross town
 Who never planned on having someday
 Why me huh?!

 Some get a little  and some get none
 Some catch a bad one  and some leave the job half done
 I was one who never had and always mad
 Never knew my dad  motherfuck the fag
 Well anyway  I did pick up  lift and click up
 See many stick ups  'cos niggas had the trigger hick-ups
 I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed
 My mother couldn't afford us all, she had to throw me out
 I walked the strip, with just a clip, who wanna hit
 Thank God I'm quick, I had to eat this money as good as spent
 A 'do in braids, I wasn't paid enough
 I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a hair-cut
 I got laughed at, I got jumped, I got dissed
 I got upset, I got a tick and a banana clip
 With down the flow, don't let them any dealin' tackhead
 A celebate rope, so a lotta good it woulda did
 Or done, if not bad luck I would have none
 Why did I have to live the life of such a bad one
 Why when I was a kid and played I was the sad one
 And always wanted to live like this or that one

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 A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects
 Livin' in the slums with bums I said now why Treach
 Do I have to be like this, mama said I'm priceless
 So I am, I'm worthless, starvin', that's just what being nice gets
 Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then though
 To stop the hell, I woulda ended things a while ago
 I ain't have jack, but a black hat and knap-sack
 War scars, stolen cars and a blackjack
 Drop that, and now you want me to rap and give
 Say something positive, well positive ain't where I live
 I live right around the corner from west hell
 Two blocks from south shit, and once in a jail cell
 The sun never shine on my side of the street see
 And only once or twice a week I would speak
 I walked alone, my state of mind was home sweet home
 I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted kids and cars with chrome
 Some life, if you ain't wearin' gold, your style was old
 And you got more juice and dope for every bottle sold
 Hell no, I say there's gotta be a better way
 But hey, never gamble in a game that you can't play
 I'm gonna flaunt it, gonna know when, know when and not now
 How will I do it, how will I make it, I won't, that's how
 Why me huh

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 My third year to adulthood, still a knucklehead
 I'm better off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor said
 I don't do jack but fightin' lightin' up the streets at night
 Playing hide-and-seek with a machete, sets of Freddie's spikes
 Some say I'm all in all, nothing but a dog now
 I answer that with a fuck you and a bow-wow
 'Cause I done been through more shit within the last week
 Than the fly flowin' in doo-doo on a concrete
 I've been a dead beat, dead to the world and dead wrong
 Since I was born, that's my life, oh you don't know this song
 So don't say jack, and please don't say you understand
 All that man-to-man talk can walk, damn
 If you ain't live it, you couldn't feel, so fill it skillet
 All that talk about it won't help it out, now will it
 In Illtown, feel like you stuck up, propped, and shot
 Don't worry, he got hit by a flurry and this punk ass dropped
 But I'm the one who has been labaled as an outcast
 They teach in school some of the misfits I will outlast
 But that's cool, with the fool smack 'im backwards
 That's what you get when you're fuckin' with the ghetto bastard

 If you ain't never been to the ghetto
 Don't ever come to the ghetto
 'Cause you wouldn't understand the ghetto
 So stay the fuck out of the ghetto
 Why me, Why me