[Intro]
Libertad, libertad
Libertad, libertad
Libertad, libertad

[Hook: Cuban Link]
(Why me?) Why my life had to be so rough?
(Why me?) Why the fuck I had such bad luck?
(Why me?) Why the judge wanna lock me up?
Throw away the key and watch me rust

[Verse 1: Cuban Link]
Yo, Crack, pass me the nine
My mind's trapped behind enemy lines
The scent of weed got me thinkin' I remember the time
1979, they planned a biological test
The doctor said I'll be fine and planted a mic in my chest
It's high tech, I got the fuckin' feds tracing my steps
So what's next? A bar code on the back of my neck
I'm in the U.S. and Fidel still got shit in check
Elian crying freedom while he's facin' the TEC
I'm probably wastin' my breath, ain't no changing what's left
Start placing your bets 'cause we all race against death
Shit be making me vexed 'cause I know the truth
In this game, you never win and always lose
Even when you show and prove
Fuck the boys in blue for tryin' to set me up
And I ain't snitchin' pigs, you gon' have to wet me up
I'm from the streets where we handle beef with lead slugs
So take caution 'cause our protection sucks
[Hook: Cuban Link, Fat Joe]
(Why me?) Why my life had to be so rough?
(Why me?) Why the fuck I had such bad luck?
(Why me?) Why the judge wanna lock me up?
Throw away the key and watch me rust, still in God I trust
(Why me?) Why these motherfuckers watching me?
(Why me?) Why they acting like we coppin' ki's?
(Why me?) Why these homies and clowns
Roaming around, going the town
Trying to throw me with Gotti under the ground

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
Yo, n***as call me Joe the Don
Been in this rap game for nine years and going strong
Still holdin' on, still rollin' on bitch-made figures
We sick of crazed n***as that's quick to lay n***as
If Pac was here, would these n***as be shining?
Would half these rappers be rappin' so violent?
Cold figure, bow down to no n***a
Yeah, them cats got rhymes but I flow sicker
For the poor n***as that drink more liquor
Shoot up clubs and love to grip the chrome triggers
Don't get your dough, split up, man
You fuckin' with the wrong guys
You won't like it where you gon' lie and that's six-feet
Hit you with the twin piece, double desert, man
It's pleasant when the grim reaps, shit's deep
But you gotta love it, I put the shotty to ya stomach
Catch a body and think nothing of it
[Hook: Fat Joe, Cuban Link]
(Why me?) Why these motherfuckers watching me?
(Why me?) Why they acting like we coppin' ki's?
(Why me?) Why these homies and clowns
Roaming around, going the town
Trying to throw me with Gotti under the ground
(Why me?) Why my life had to be so rough?
(Why me?) Why the fuck I had such bad luck?
(Why me?) Why the judge wanna lock me up?
Throw away the key and watch me rust, still in God I trust
(Why me?) Why these motherfuckers watching me?
(Why me?) Why they acting like we coppin' ki's?
(Why me?) Why these homies and clowns
Roaming around, going the town
Trying to throw me with Gotti under the ground
(Why me?) Why my life had to be so rough?
(Why me?) Why the fuck I had such bad luck?
(Why me?) Why the judge wanna lock me up?
Throw away the key and watch me rust, still in God I trust