Look What You Did To Me Lyrics

The song Look What You Did To Me is performed by Z-Ro in the album named Look What You Did to Me in the year 1998 .

[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 f**k 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

Motherf**king 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 cla*s, laying back on my a*s

With a maid and a butler

Sipping on a ice cold gla*s

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 f**k

If I bust with a gun, cause I don't give a damn no mo'

You ain't dealing with the same motherf**ker 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 motherf**kers 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 motherf**king a*s

For real, count on it, respect it

Trust it and believe it, we ain't no

Fake a*s niggas we real, packing loaded steel

Ready to bust at will, we don't love you

Look at what you did to me

Z-Ro - Look What You Did to Me

Jun 1998

Look What You Did To Me