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zro look what you did to me

But a nigga 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 Smoke when I'm stressed out, who the fuck can I call All alone in my own zone, with no friends Cause everyday, everybody around me Trying to clown me, so I got afraid and I got buzzed Dying, from sweet sticks in line And I'm begging you please, have mercy on me Find a nigga a better way, right about now I'm to the point It's either my life or your life, that's right Preacher can you save me, save me Could it be the invisible, individual nigga Shoots gun missiles, dropping a bomb Chucking hand grenades, C4's explode When I be sleeping on the same bench, for nine days Here it goes, my click back gotta roll Suppose, all a nigga wanted was the good life Live in upper class, laying back on my ass 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 kill me, cause I don't give a fuck If I bust with a gun, cause I don't give a damn no mo' When a nigga fight fair, knocking out a patch in your hair But it quickly, from a damn breaking, a nigga going crazy 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 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 Cause they dying, hey mama Don't make me cry, I don't wanna have to kill again I kill em out, till the world is empty 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 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 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.


But a nigga was fed up with this life, thinkin' about runnin' a razor blade Cross my wrist, every last drop 'til I faint Taken out there, pullin' smith for the things that I never did Tryin' to get rid of all the animosity towards me that was shown by the other kids.


What did I do wrong? Why do everybody wanna see a nigga fall? Mama dead & 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 Tryin' to clown me, so I got afraid & I got buzzed And I'm beggin' you please, have mercy on me Find a nigga a better way, right about now I'm to the point Look at What You Did To Me.


It's either my life or your life, that's right Everyday haters, can't understand The way I move my hands in ways, not known to man Preacher can you save me, save me. Could it be the invisible, individual nigga that got to get more bigger Got a hell of a one hitter quitter knock out, bigger Shootin' scud missiles, droppin' a bomb Chuckin' hand grenades, C4's explode Here it goes, my click back gotta roll Nigga mind was thinkin' throwed. Suppose, all a nigga wanted was the good life Live in upper class, laid back on my ass with a maid & a butler God damn it, I'm a do it but I had to start introducin' 'em' to mac 9 plus one that's 10 I just wanted a friend, feel me But they can't kill me, but I don't give a fuck if I bust with a gun 'cause I don't give a damn no more Will a nigga fight fair, knockin' out a patch out your hair With a quick lick, from a damn breakin' a nigga done went crazy This is my era of terror, I am the man with the gun that admitted never to miss, would've ever miss To the top, but I got a gun in your mouth You want to respect me now, should've respected a nigga when you had a chance Haters, been makin' me into a punk tryin' to figure me weak Sheets, drunk alot of beers, shed a bunch of tears When I reminisce on them years, when I see little boys & girls livin' the life that I wanted to live Don't make me cry, I don't wanna have to kill again That's what you did to me.


It's plain to see that you can't change me, nigga A thug nigga, a Gorilla Maab nigga A Killer Klan nigga, a Mo' City nigga Mo' City means more killers, more blood spillers More burglars, more murderers For real, count on it, respect it Trust it & believe it, we ain't no fake ass niggas we real, packin' loaded steel Ready to bust at will, we don't love you Look at What You Did To Me.

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