Z-Ro Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Look What You Did to Me Lyrics

[Z-Ro]

 They tell me put the dope down, and it won't hurt no more

 But the only thing I really seem to understand, is murda mo' 

 They tell me keep my trigga 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, thinking about running over to play

 Cross my wrist, every last drop till I faint

 Taken out there, pulling smith for the thangs that I never did

 Coming up as a a young kid

 Trying to get rid of all the animosity towards me

 That was shown by the other kids, what do I do

 And why do everybody wanna see a nigga fall

 Mama and daddy can't be found 

 So when I'm stressed out, who the fuck can I call

 All alone in my zone, with no friends

 So I chose to make friends with drugs

 Cause everyday, everybody around me

 Trying to clown me, so I got afraid and I got buzzed

 Out of frustration came aggravation

 Depression coming down in my mind

 Kept a nigga confused and straight crying

 Dying, from sweet sticks in line

 Throwed off in my my mind

 Trying to wonder why do Jesus let this keep happening

 To a nigga that's steady being on his knees

 And I'm begging 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, and I got a piece of chrome

 And I want to you to come and look and see 

 The monster that you've created, look at what you did to me

 

 [Z-Ro]

 They tell me how 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 haaave 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 

 But big got a hand on one hitter, quarter I got bigger

 Motherfucking bombs mo' skits with a trigga

 Shoots gun missiles, dropping a bomb

 Chucking hand grenades, C4's explode

 When I be sleeping on the same bench, for nine days

 Living off of hot water and cheerios

 Here it goes, my click back gotta roll

 Nigga mom was thinking throwed

 A 24 fists apposed to those

 They acting like nothing but bitches and hoes

 Suppose, all a nigga wanted was the good life

 Live in upper class, laying back on my ass

 With a maid and a butler

 Sipping on a ice cold glass

 God damn it, I'ma do it but I had to start in the deuce

 To em, nine plus one that's ten

 Better think, many murders would of been avoided

 I just wanted a friend, feel me

 But they can't kill me, cause I don't give a fuck

 If I bust with a gun, cause I don't give a damn no mo'

 You ain't dealing with the same motherfucker from three years ago

 When a nigga fight fair, knocking a patch out your hair

 But it quickly, from a damn breaking, a nigga going 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 of ever miss

 When it be busting, a lot of you gonna be rushing

 Cause a nigga war like this

 Innocent child with a smile with a dream of advanced

 To the top, but I got a gun in your mouth

 You want to respect me now, should of

 Respected a nigga when you had a chance

 Haters, been making me into a punk trying to figure me weak

 Better get ready, fore' them put zip-locs

 And a whole of cops, and a whole lot of blood stained

 Sheets, drunk a lot of beers, shed a bunch of tears

 When I reminisce on them years, when I see little boys and girls 

 Living the life that I wanted to live

 Since I really couldn't live with it

 It's gonna be hard for the other motherfuckers to try

 Cause they dying, 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, till the world is empty

 Look at the the album cover

 That's what you did to me

 

 (*talking*)

 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'ma forever be a nigga for life

 A thug nigga, a Guerilla Maab nigga

 A Killa Klan nigga, a Mo City nigga

 Mo City mean mo killers, mo blood spillers

 Mo burglars, mo murderers

 Mo kick door burglars, mo niggas

 That'll slap a patch out your motherfucking ass

 For real, count on it, respect it

 Trust it and believe it, we ain't no

 Fake ass niggas we real, packing loaded steel

 Ready to bust at will, we don't love you

 Look at what you did to me