Lyrics Tell Me What You See - Guerilla Maab
(Chorus)
Tell
me
what
you
see,
when
you
look
at
me
A
G
that's
me,
I
don't
know
why
I
live
my
life,
like
I
don't
care,
I
don't
care
(Z-Ro)
Nothing
but
good
intentions,
when
I
started
out
as
a
kid
Living
my
life
but
when
it
happened,
I
couldn't
understand
what
mama
did
Leave
me,
it
wasn't
easy,
it
was
hard
Everybody
was
looking
unhappy,
but
I
was
looking
for
God
Receiving
beatings
on
a
daily
basis,
for
C's
and
D's
If
it
wasn't
the
honor
roll,
my
father
wasn't
fucking
with
me
Herm
Clark
to
South
Park,
to
Ridgemont
4
That's
where
the
devil
developed,
the
Christian
killa
called
'Ro
An
adduction
to
dro
and
drank,
heavy
on
the
sherm
And
you
don't
wanna
get
fronted
by
Joseph,
cause
his
turns
burn
Nigga
fuck
you
pay
me,
but
its
been
slow
round
here
'Ro
Nigga
fuck
you
pay
me,
before
you
become
part
of
the
flo'
And
I
ain't
playing
no
games,
cause
ain't
nobody
ever
played
with
me
Trusted
nobody,
even
my
people
that
done
stayed
with
me
Out
to
get
me,
that's
how
I
feel
about
y'all
Just
give
me
my
ten,
or
you
fin
to
see
what
my
steel
about
dog
Five
fingers
on
my
right,
and
that's
how
many
niggas
I
trust
Eugene,
Jordan,
Mexican
D
and
D.P.,
D-Los
sipping
purple
stuff
A
drug
addict,
that's
how
I'm
feeling
right
now
Another
numb
nigga,
cause
I
ain't
got
no
feelings
right
now
Don't
give
a
fuck
about
nothing,
its
like
I'm
living
to
die
I
let
a
woman
through
in
my
mind,
now
I'm
unable
to
cry
Your
feelings
is
your
feelings,
but
my
feelings
is
gone
Cause
when
a
nigga
needed
your
feelings,
your
feelings
wasn't
shown
Now
I
smoke
weed
rolling
around,
aimlessly
Take
pride
in
whooping
niggas,
beat
they
ass
shamelessly
Dorothy
Marie
send
me
a
sign,
are
you
proud
of
your
boy
Ain't
got
no
mansion
or
no
Bentley,
just
a
crib
and
a
car
I
wish
I
had
a
million
dollas,
but
I
got
me
some
cash
I
might
not
be
from
River
Oaks,
but
I
still
got
me
some
class
And
when
I
say
I'm
dying
I'm
dying,
you
ain't
gotta
try
to
do
me
I
guess
dentist
was
nervous,
and
tried
to
help
somebody
sue
me
Who
that
thug
nigga,
moving
units
state
to
state
I-10
connected
with
weight,
but
now
replaced
by
tapes
And
C.D.'s,
I'm
S.U.C
till
I
D-I-E
Affilliated
with
C-R-I-P's,
and
B-L
double
O-D's
I'm
not
a
gangsta,
I
just
lean
like
that
Able
to
unload,
and
flee
the
murder
scene
like
that
Call
me
what
you
wanna,
call
me
crazy
baby
But
you
ain't
been
paying
no
bills,
where
I
lay
my
head
lately
baby
Don't
know
nothing
about
me,
just
know
that
I
be
rapping
Just
know
that
you
see
me,
everytime
another
murder
happen
My
grand
finale,
that's
when
I
lay
me
down
to
sleep
Until
then
I
rest,
and
so
I
creep
To
and
fro,
seeking
who
I
may
devour
I
ain't
a
devil,
but
a
God
in
search
of
his
power
So
when
you
look
at
me,
tell
me
what
you
think
about
Crackers
killing
they
self,
over
shit
I
smoke
and
drink
about
(Chorus
2x)
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