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