Lyrics 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 murder mo'
They tell me, "Keep my trigger 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 'til I faint

Taken out there, pulling smith for the things 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 dead, and daddy can't be found
So when I'm stressed out, who the fuck can I call?
All alone in my own 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 then 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

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 have 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 trigger

Shoots gun missiles, dropping a bomb
Chucking hand grenades, C4s 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
The 24 fists imposed 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 have been avoided
I just wanted a friend, feel me
But they can't kill me, for 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 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, that one would have missed
When it be busting, a lot of you gonna be rushing
'Cause a nigga war like this
Innocent child with a smile that has dreams of advance
To the top, but I got a gun in your mouth

You want to respect me now, should have respected a nigga when you had a chance
Haters, been making me into a punk trying to figure me weak
Better get ready, but them sis 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, 'til the world is empty
Look at the the album cover
That's what you did to me

If I done told you once
I 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