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Letra '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 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