As soon as people reach in a Bad situation they start to call on God You should remember God in your everyday nuance Not just when it gets bad you know what it is
Early Sunday morning in the spring of ninety-six I'm chilling on my couch watching the Bulls against the Knicks My honey marches in and ask if I think I'm slick It seem she found my shirt with lipstick I thought I could explain but then my story wouldn't stick Incriminating pictures show me some other chick It happened once before and she was tired of the tricks She asked me if I can spell the word evict
Situation looking kinda bad I lost the best girl I ever had I'm homeless and I'm feelin' kinda sad (Why me? Why me? Why me?) (How you 'member massa God so quick?) (When trouble tek you pickney shirt a fit) (Is just because you don't know when to quit?) Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me?
(Why me? Why me, Lord? Why me? Why me, Lord?) (Why me? Why me Lord? Why me?) (Why me? Why me Lord? Why me? Why me, Lord?) (Why me? Why me Lord? Why me?)
Just the other day when I was rolling with my crew Made a little flex around by Flatbush avenue Calling to some honeys and sipping on my brew That's when I saw the boys in blue They pulled me to the side why I don't even have a clue An' looking for a reason and they finally found a few A case of ammunition with a loaded thirty two I can't believe what I'm going through
(Here I am, I gotta face the time) (Though the evidence ain't even mine) (I swear, I ain't guilty of the crime) (Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me?) Why me? Why me? Why me, Lord? (How you 'member massa god so quick?) (When trouble tek you pickney shirt a fit) (Is just because you don't know when to quit?) Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me?
(Why me? Why me, Lord? Why me? Why me, Lord?) Why me? Why me, Lord? Why me? Why me? (Why me? Why me, Lord? Why me? Why me, Lord?) Why me? Why me, Lord? Why me? Why me?
Take heed never take advantage of the things you need Never let yourself be over come by greed Walk the straight and narrow and you shall succeed And try no matter what it takes to give a next man a blye Everybody else deserve a piece o' the pie Honesty the best policy no sell no samfie You no need fi ta ask why
(Why me? Why me, Lord? Why me? Why me, Lord? Why me?) (Why me? Why me, Lord? Why me? Why me, Lord?)