Z-ro - Look What You Did To Me

[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 moThey 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 a razor blade
Cross my wrist, every last drop till I faint
Taken out that punishment 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
Why do everybody wanna see a nigga fall
Mama dead 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 a friend and I got buzzed
Out of frustration came aggravation
Depression coming down in my mind
Kept a nigga confused and straight crying
Dying, for sweet sticks and lines
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 him 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 it was on 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 I be the invisible, individual nigga
That got a bit mo bigger
Baby, got ahead above one hitter quitter, knock out a bigger
Motherfucking boss mo' skills with a trigga
Shoots gun missiles, dropping a bomb
Chucking hand grenades, C4's explode
When I been sleeping on the same bench, for nine days
Living off of hot water and cheerios
Here it goes, my click might never grow
Nigga mind with the thinking throwed Then puttin forth fists imposed to those
That acting like nothing but bitches and hoes
Suppose, all a nigga wanted was the good life
Living 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 introducin
To em, to the mac nine plus one that's ten
And to think, many murders would of been avoided
I just wanted a friend, feel me
Better yet kill me, but I don't give a fuck
If I bust when I duck, cause I don't give a damn no moYou ain't dealing with the same motherfucker from three years ago
When a nigga fight fair, knocking a patch out your hair
With a quick lick, from a damn breaking, 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 admit it to the fist, never will I miss
When I be busting, a lot of your blood will be rushing
Was a nigga born 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 out of a punk trying to figure me weak
Better get ready, for them six foot put zip-locs
And a whole of cops, and a whole lot of blood stained
Sheets, drunk a lot of beers, she'd 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 Tonka toys right now
Don't make me cry, I don't wanna have to kill again
I kill em off, 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