Z-Ro - Look What You Did To Me Lyrics
[Z-Ro:]They tell me put the dole down & it won't hurt no moreBut the only thing I really seem to understand is murder moreThey tell me keep my trigger finger easy, I'll open up your bodyToo many casualties around here, dead bodies around hereAnd I can't get caught up, preacher can you save me, save me.They said it was gonna get greater laterBut now I can't help to think that it ain'tBut a nigga was fed up with this life, thinkin' about runnin' a razor bladeCross my wrist, every last drop 'til I faintTaken out there, pullin' smith for the things that I never didComin' up as a a young kidTryin' 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 ***** can I call?All alone in my own zone, with no friendsSo I chose to make friends with drugs'Cause everyday everybody around meTryin' to clown me, so I got afraid & I got buzzedOut of frustration came aggravationDepression comin' down in my mindKept a nigga confused & straight cryin'Dyin' from sweet sticks in lineThrowed off in the mindTryin' to wonder why do Jesus let this keep happenin' to a nigga that's steady bein' on his kneesAnd I'm beggin' you please, have mercy on meFind a nigga a better way, right about now I'm to the pointSomebody better take this infrared away'Cause if it go too long & I got a piece of chromeAnd I want to you to come & look & see the monster that you've createdLook at What You Did To Me.[Z-Ro:]They tell me all the liquor ain't good for meBut it drowns out the vision of my casketIt's either my life or your life, that's rightI'm gon' let you have itEveryday haters, can't understandThe way I move my hands in ways, not known to man'Cause I can't get caught upPreacher can you save me, save me.[Z-Ro:]Could it be the invisible, individual nigga that got to get more biggerGot a hell of a one hitter quitter knock out, biggerMutha*****er got more skills with a triggerShootin' scud missiles, droppin' a bombChuckin' hand grenades, C4's explodeWhen I be sleepin' on the same bench for 9 daysLivin' off of hot water & cheeriosHere it goes, my click back gotta rollNigga mind was thinkin' throwed.A 24 fists apposed to thoseThey actin' like nothin' but *****es & hoesSuppose, all a nigga wanted was the good lifeLive in upper class, laid back on my ass with a maid & a butlerSippin' on a ice cold glassGod damn it, I'm a do it but I had to start introducin' 'em' to mac 9 plus one that's 10Better think many murders would of been avoidedI just wanted a friend, feel meBut they can't kill me, but I don't give a ***** if I bust with a gun 'cause I don't give a damn no moreYou ain't dealin' with the same mutha*****er from 3 years agoWill a nigga fight fair, knockin' out a patch out your hairWith a quick lick, from a damn breakin' a nigga done went crazyLook at what civilization done made meThis is my era of terror, I am the man with the gun that admitted never to miss, would've ever missWhen it be bustin' alot of you gonna be rushin''Cause a nigga war like thisInnocent child with a smile with a dreams of advancedTo the top, but I got a gun in your mouthYou want to respect me now, should've respected a nigga when you had a chanceHaters, been makin' me into a punk tryin' to figure me weakBetter get ready fore' them put zip-locsAnd a whole of cops & a whole lot of blood stainedSheets, drunk alot of beers, shed a bunch of tearsWhen I reminisce on them years, when I see little boys & girls livin' the life that I wanted to liveSince I really couldn't live with itIt's gonna be hard for the other mutha*****ers to try'Cause they dyin' hey mamaI want my Tunker toys right nowDon't make me cry, I don't wanna have to kill againI kill 'em out 'til the world is emptyLook at the the album coverThat's what you did to me.(*talking*)If I done told you onceI done told you a thousand timesIt's plain to see that you can't change me, nigga'Cause I'm a forever be a nigga for lifeA thug nigga, a Gorilla Maab niggaA Killer Klan nigga, a Mo' City niggaMo' City means more killers, more blood spillersMore burglars, more murderersMore kick door burglarsMore niggas that'll slap a patch out your mutha*****in' assFor real, count on it, respect itTrust it & believe it, we ain't no fake ass niggas we real, packin' loaded steelReady to bust at will, we don't love youLook at What You Did To Me.
