Look What You Did To Me Lyrics - Z-Ro
They tell me put the dole down & it won't hurt no more
But the only thing I really seem to understand is murder more
They tell me keep my trigger finger easy, I'll open up your body
Too many casualties around here, dead bodies around here
And I can't get caught up, preacher can you save me, save me.
They said it was gonna get greater later
But now I can't help to think that it ain't
But a nigga was fed up with this life, thinkin' about runnin' a razor blade
Cross my wrist, every last drop 'til I faint
Taken out there, pullin' smith for the things that I never did
Comin' up as a a young kid
Tryin' to get rid of all the animosity towards me that was shown by the other kids.
What did I do wrong? Why do everybody wanna see a nigga fall?
Mama dead & Daddy can't be found.
So when I'm stressed out, who the fuck can I call?
sponsored linksAll alone in my own zone, with no friends
So I chose to make friends with drugs
'Cause everyday everybody around me
Tryin' to clown me, so I got afraid & I got buzzed
Out of frustration came aggravation
Depression comin' down in my mind
Kept a nigga confused & straight cryin'
Dyin' from sweet sticks in line
Throwed off in the mind
Tryin' to wonder why do Jesus let this keep happenin' to a nigga that's steady bein' on his knees
And I'm beggin' you please, have mercy on me
Find a nigga a better way, right about now I'm to the point
Somebody better take this infrared away
'Cause if it go too long & I got a piece of chrome
And I want to you to come & look & see the monster that you've created
Look at What You Did To Me.
They tell me all the liquor ain't good for me
But it drowns out the vision of my casket
It's either my life or your life, that's right
I'm gon' let you have it
Everyday haters, can't understand
The way I move my hands in ways, not known to man
'Cause I can't get caught up
Preacher can you save me, save me.
Could it be the invisible, individual nigga that got to get more bigger
Got a hell of a one hitter quitter knock out, bigger
Muthafucker got more skills with a trigger
Shootin' scud missiles, droppin' a bomb
Chuckin' hand grenades, C4's explode
When I be sleepin' on the same bench for 9 days
Livin' off of hot water & cheerios
Here it goes, my click back gotta roll
Nigga mind was thinkin' throwed.
A 24 fists apposed to those
They actin' like nothin' but bitches & hoes
Suppose, all a nigga wanted was the good life
Live in upper class, laid back on my ass with a maid & a butler
Sippin' on a ice cold glass
God damn it, I'm a do it but I had to start introducin' 'em' to mac 9 plus one that's 10
Better think many murders would of been avoided
I just wanted a friend, feel me
But they can't kill me, but I don't give a fuck if I bust with a gun 'cause I don't give a damn no more
You ain't dealin' with the same muthafucker from 3 years ago
Will a nigga fight fair, knockin' out a patch out your hair
With a quick lick, from a damn breakin' a nigga done went crazy
Look at what civilization done made me
This is my era of terror, I am the man with the gun that admitted never to miss, would've ever miss
When it be bustin' alot of you gonna be rushin'
'Cause a nigga war like this
Innocent child with a smile with a dreams of advanced
To the top, but I got a gun in your mouth
You want to respect me now, should've respected a nigga when you had a chance
Haters, been makin' me into a punk tryin' to figure me weak
Better get ready fore' them put zip-locs
And a whole of cops & a whole lot of blood stained
Sheets, drunk alot of beers, shed a bunch of tears
When I reminisce on them years, when I see little boys & girls livin' the life that I wanted to live
Since I really couldn't live with it
It's gonna be hard for the other muthafuckers to try
'Cause they dyin' hey mama
I want my Tunker toys right now
Don't make me cry, I don't wanna have to kill again
I kill 'em out 'til the world is empty
Look at the the album cover
That's what you did to me.
If I done told you once
I done told you a thousand times
It's plain to see that you can't change me, nigga
'Cause I'm a forever be a nigga for life
A thug nigga, a Gorilla Maab nigga
A Killer Klan nigga, a Mo' City nigga
Mo' City means more killers, more blood spillers
More burglars, more murderers
More kick door burglars
More niggas that'll slap a patch out your muthafuckin' ass
For real, count on it, respect it
Trust it & believe it, we ain't no fake ass niggas we real, packin' loaded steel
Ready to bust at will, we don't love you
Look at What You Did To Me.
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