Rakish Jacob - Look What You Did to Me lyrics

[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 n***a was fed up with this life, thinking about running a razorblade 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 n***a fall Mama dead, and daddy can't be found Smoke when I'm stressed out, who the f** can I call All alone in my own zone, with no friends So I chose to make friends with d** 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 n***a 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 n***a that's steady being on his knees And I'm begging you please, have mercy on me Find a n***a 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 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 n***a That got to get more bigger But big got a hand on one hitter, quarter I got bigger Motherf**ing 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 n***a mom was I thinking throwed A 24 fists apposed to those They acting like nothing but b**hes and hoes Suppose, all a n***a wanted was the good life Live in upper cla**, laying back on my a** With a maid and a butler Sipping on a ice cold gla** God damn it, I'mma 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 k** me, cause I don't give a f** If I bust with a gun, cause I don't give a damn no mo' You ain't dealing with the same motherf**er from three years ago When a n***a fight fair, knocking out a patch in your hair But it quickly, from a damn breaking, a n***a 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 your blood be rushing Cause a n***a 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 n***a 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**ers 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 k** again I k** 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 n***a cause I'mma forever be a n***a for life A thug n***a, a Guerilla Maab n***a A k**a Klan n***a, a Mo City n***a Mo City mean mo k**ers, mo blood spillers Mo burglars, mo murderers Mo kick door burglars, mo n***as That'll slap a patch out your motherf**ing a** For real, count on it, respect it Trust it and believe it, we ain't no Fake a** n***as we real, packing loaded steel Ready to bust at will, we don't love you Look at what you did to me