Look What You Did to Me



album: Track 2 in album Look What You Did to Me
release date: 1998-6-16
popularity : 10 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Gangsta
length: 3:30

Album Information

label: Fisherboy Entertainment
country(area): United States
format: CD
script: Latin

Cover Art

Z-Ro Look What You Did to Me cover art


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But the only thing I really seem to understand, is murda mo'
Too many casualties around here, dead bodies around here

But now I can't help to think that it ain't
Cross my wrist, every last drop till I faint
Coming up as a a young kid
That was shown by the other kids, what do I do
Mama and daddy can't be found
All alone in my zone, with no friends
Cause everyday, everybody around me
Out of frustration came aggravation
Kept a nigga confused and straight crying
Throwed off in my my mind
To a nigga that's steady being on his knees
Find a nigga a better way, right about now I'm to the point
Cause if it go too long, and I got a piece of chrome
The monster that you've created, look at what you did to me
But it drowns out the vision of my casket
I'm gon let you haaave it
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
But big got a hand on one hitter, quarter I got bigger
Shoots gun missiles, dropping a bomb
When I be sleeping on the same bench, for nine days
Here it goes, my click back gotta roll
A 24 fists apposed to those
Suppose, all a nigga wanted was the good life
With a maid and a butler
God damn it, I'ma do it but I had to start in the deuce
Better think, many murders would of been avoided
But they can't kill me, cause I don't give a fuck
You ain't dealing with the same motherfucker from three years ago
But it quickly, from a damn breaking, a nigga going crazy
This is my era of terror, I am the man with the gun
When it be busting, a lot of you gonna be rushing
Innocent child with a smile with a dream of advanced
You want to respect me now, should of
Haters, been making me into a punk trying to figure me weak
And a whole of cops, and a whole lot of blood stained
When I reminisce on them years, when I see little boys and girls
Since I really couldn't live with it
Cause they dying, hey mama
Don't make me cry, I don't wanna have to kill again
Look at the the album cover

If I done told you once
It's plain to see that you can't change me
A thug nigga, a Guerilla Maab nigga
Mo City mean mo killers, mo blood spillers
Mo kick door burglars, mo niggas
For real, count on it, respect it
Fake ass niggas we real, packing loaded steel
Look at what you did to me


Track Listing

CD 1
  • 1 Guerilla Till I Die
  • 2 Look What You Did to Me
  • 3 City of Killers
  • 4 Life Story
  • 5 Ghetto Crisis
  • 6 Pimp On
  • 7 Mercy
  • 8 Where Is the Love
  • 9 R U Down
  • 10 Dedicated 2 U
  • 11 Lord Tell Me Why
  • 12 Tall Tale of a G
  • 13 Paper Game
  • 14 And 2 My G's
  • 15 Z-Ro the Crooked