Me Lyrics

Who woulda thought I'd be the one? Me.

Who woulda thought I'd be the one? Me?!

Little Joey grew up in the ghetto but he's standing on the top of the totem pole and he run things

Who woulda thought I'd be the man? Me?!

Who woulda thought I'd hatch a plan? Me.

Little Joey grew up in the itty bitty city but he's standin at the podium he run things

Me

Who woulda thought I'd be the guy to lead 'em to the promise land I guess I gotta be the guy to lead em down

The road been crowded but I got a roman candle bout the size of me and I'm about to clear it out so I could beat it out 'em

Anybody got a little issue what I'm doin you could take em to the garden find a bush that they could beat around

If anybody wanna talk about the way they get a lotta money I've been grindin you could really come and see about it

Me, me

Nothing but love

Me, me

No one above

Me, me

Nuttin but haters behind me

They bouta see me

Pistol flow I got the wuap

Me, me

Money flow i got the guap

Me, me

Rock and roll x5

Me

Who woulda thought

You gon see

Sellin out shows

You know me

J-o-e quit his j-o-b

Got a bankroll b

Bet the bank on me

I am the one you should bet on the parlay is ima go gold when I get on

I'm already set yo I'm aiming at necks next setting my people up is what I'm set on

Streets been hungry gotta seed em gotta feed em now

Paid my dues I'm the the one that they gon see about

Peep talk crazy but they shuttup when I see 'em out

Headline news I'm the one that they gon read about

These my blues I dun went and took the scenic route

Peep my dudes Joe went and took the leader out

Talkin all them things that supposedly you be about

The drama get to poppin we gon see if you gon be around

Me

I am the poster for cubicle workers who think maybe one day they just might be free

I am the essence of puttin your heart and your soul and your mind into one homie

I am the product of what you get when you mix intelligence with poverty

I am the reason they bouta start saying that criminal justice a mockery

Damn

Under the bus I am

Screw it the truth can be found at the lowest levels of this screwy sham

If you got problems with me

You probly got problems with them

If unfamilair with logic

This means you ain't got no friends

Me.