Artist: Tech N9ne f/ Krizz Kaliko
Album:  The Storm
Song:   What If It Was Me
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Free your mind, and remember
Winners are not people who never fail
But people, who never, quit

[Tech N9ne]
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 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 yellin "Peace N9ne," at the same time throwin B signs
Throwin 'em back and reppin the street, I'm doin music and I'm writin 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, 'til one of our members found a kid to grope
Then your honor gave the peddy the rope, losin a man the band began to slope
Never did think our plan was damned to croak, so doin it solo-dolo stands the G.O.A.T.
Started makin hella LP's, 2000 all the way to five felt free
Because of the hand the label dealt me, but in '06 Fontana helped us melt cheese
Number one independent, gonna be spendin a ton of funds in a minute
That's when the government won the sums then I send it, in a couple of months I'm done and replenished
Everywhere I go I'm sellin 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 rollin in the dough
And I'm really respected and protected, chances of me gettin shot? NOT
Everyone lovin the Tech, publishin I get a check
Lovin 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
Missin my babies, I love 'em and none of 'em leavin me yet
Feelin 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 feelin my songs, been doin it long
They want me to sell 'em my CD right outta my home
Cause I'm in the zone, I'm puttin 'em on
in front of the store when a couple of police won't leave me alone
Why they trippin? I fit the description
It's two of them rushin me, I'm on a solo mission
to get people to listen, but they pushin and kickin
me, I'm on the ground when they tellin me "Cause of a gun suspicion"
It was in my pocket, ain't tryin to 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
Officer took me to heaven, I'm dead and with multiple rockets
Didn't matter I was good and livin 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
Fear is what I see, makin 'em kill a G, rotten apple in the batch, don't 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 and 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 (I know) it's ill will, the pill's hard to swallow (swallow)
How should I feel when I'm being followed? (followed)
By the words that you say to me, crazy
And you just take 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 {*echoes*}